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At It
Hip-Hop/Rap
At It was released on February 14, 2025 by Boy at Bat as a part of the album At It - Single
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Release DateFebruary 14, 2025
LabelBoy at Bat
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
joegee3
joegee3
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Timothy Gourley
Joseph Timothy Gourley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
joegee3
joegee3
Producer
Maxi Beatz
Maxi Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

An addict is certain, manic depressive on the track ecstatic...
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Yeah, I said, take all the- take it all out...
-but this ones written so, yeah
Kinda crazy
Yeah
Take all the pills out the cabinet please, or I'm having a feast, an addict indeed, the demons grabbing at me
Overreacting with ease, I've had it, I'm grabbing the keys, stashing the weed, a young kid mad at police, spit it emphatic the least
Way I'm sliding over tracks they thought I'm grabbing the grease
Flash forward I'm on tour the women grabbing at me
The gravity seems to pull me towards the bowl and pack it with ease
A pack of the beans, if I lay low, could probably pass through the seems
Got me to a place where I'm stacking the cheese
Telling me she good but she all bad in the sheets
The madness increase, a pad is in need, hit the beat raw it'll be glad when it bleeds, I'm packing the heat, I'm back from the street
Molly got me tapping my teeth
Could probably open up my lips diss-track with ease
Say I ain't on nun
I been practicing, please
Way I'm attacking it means
Could record the cleanest freestyle verse and trash it with ease
A map is in need
No cap when it bleed
It was all hate now they latchin' to these, passionately crafted
Bars was unimagined to me, like some traffic in streets, hate from the masses that be, it's a classic you see
Tragic the least
I spit the holy verse like theres a gap in my teeth
I'm back in the beat, back with a fleet
She in my crib and she straddling me, feel like
Dory, this my story, keep paddling please
Talkin' the shit up on me, well battle me please
People talking on my name look like cattle indeed
Now they sending flames all up in the comments
Guarantee they'd tattle on me, start to rattle on me
All snakes is how I see it why I keep the paddle on me
A cabin at sea, a rat with the cheese, everlasting you see
I been in flight so long I hope I crash in the sea
Subtracting the tree, they clapping at me
Need some traction for the surface, it's mad and unnerving, Sad that it's hurting A pad and some purses is what these rappers need because they mad that it's perfect
Bars packing with purpose
Clashing the verses together while the trash is disturbing
No cap in a turban, I'm practicing verbiage, a castle in churches
A battle with curses, a dad'll preserve this, a dabble perverted
Some fungus out the cattle crap will turn it, battle rap returning, yuh
Back with the verses, off the dome seem better than some crap I'm rehearsing
The magic is certain to cause a massive disturbance
Generational curses rattle the surface
This real Hip-Hop they mad that it's working
No lack in the furnace
Joe G up on the track straight burning
This part is, all off the dome, and
I'm chillin' I'm spillin' I remember chillin' back with Dylan feelin' like a felon I was
hahaha
These so called rappers
More disgraceful than some crack in the churches
Blue and black in the pen and the pad the practice in the rapping disperses
It's truly mad that its working
I've had it with cursive!
I've had it with cursing
They say rap is dead they fall back in the trap of a wordsmith
The cap in the verses be trapping a wordsmith
Had him feeling like he's mad in the purpose
The madness is perfect it keeps me going through the sad and the hurtness
Yeah I said
I've crafted it perfect no sadness deserving, I'm rather suburban
And whether or not the pen work when I'm emphatically purpin'
Ima have to put the pen in the pad and call Dad and tell the masses that I'm hurtin', yuh
It ain't no cap in the verses I spit it to clean I'm grabbing detergent
If I spit it so clean maybe I won't need to grab the detergent the stash of bars is massive Ima have to infer it
They laughing while I'm spazzing cus they lacking the courage-
I don't even know where I am in my notebook right now
I'm trying to find where I left off
But theres way too many bars bro and it's all scribble
That's probably good enough
Here we go, la- cus they lacking the courage to drop a song without no cap in the verses I'm capital searching these rappers sleeping on me like I got a-
Written by: Joseph Timothy Gourley
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