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Back at It
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Back at It was released on July 24, 2026 by tynomaly as a part of the album Bebop Jr. from the Bronx
July 24, 2026
Labeltynomaly
LanguageEnglish
BPM100
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

I’m back at it like a bad habit
Up and down jumping like a jack rabbit
No rabies I’m still that rabid
Such a damn savage
Travelin around like I’m back packin
Eyes behind my back for the snakes backstabbin
Brought it back around like a round robin and I’m not stoppin
Cause I gotta have at it
The whole damn sandwich
Back at it no frontin
Cause I’m back outside widdit
Right now I’m huntin
Mind spinnin round faster than a nascar at a track winnin hittin left turns cause I ain’t right widdit
Hittin the wrong chicks gottem feelin nice widdit
Even when I’m leavin my presence last a minute
First place no competition cause I double triple lapped in the whip arrives dirty but I’m still clean, mint condition
Back again spun the block for the hell of it
I’m livin my best life knowing all sins are forgiven. On a mission to live my truth and spread the word like I’m christian
Your religion doesn’t matter as long as you live with love if you disagree you’re missin the point
I’m wishin on a star kissin a star knowin it won’t go far but that’s our business
Riskin it all for a vixen
All cause she appeared in my vision f it no more missin opportunities just doin me f the scrutiny I be loose with the way I move
Anyway had to come back at it flow bouncin it’s so damn ratchet
Excuse my damn language
God dang flabbit need some good habits typa stuff that should happen
Back snappin, jaw crackin with the wordplay
Every line heavy, like I’m benchin on a Thursday
Work rate crazy, clockin overtime with the verse weight
Burst flames, torchin these beats ‘til the earth shakes
Curtains raise, I’m center stage, no audition
Bars hittin harder than a chef in the kitchen
Whippin up diction, mixin flows with precision
I don’t follow blueprints, I rewrite the mission
Backflippin on the track, no gymnast
Still stretchin lines long like elastics
Past tense rappers stuck lookin Jurassic
I’m future-minded, timeless, galactic
Whole squad on the rise, yeah we destined to win
Even my losses turn to lessons
So I’m back at it, automatic with the stamina
Punchlines hittin like a hammer to your camera
Life’s a wild movie, I’m directin the parameters
Back in the booth with the proof that I’m ruthless
Truth is, I move slick, even if I’m toothless
I’m Chewin competition like it’s food on my plate
Digestin the hate, then I spit out the great
State to state, energy never deflate
I’m awake while they fake, can’t relate to my fate
Take the cake, plus the bakery too
Every crumb, every slice, I’ma savor it through
On a roll, no butter, still hot when I spread
Lines sharp, cuttin deep, gotta watch where you tread
Head strong, heart heavy but the spirit stay light
So I fight for my right just to live in this life
Mic grippin, tight spittin, never missin a beat
Street wisdom mixed in with a scholar’s degree
See, I’m free with the speech, every bar is a preach
Like a wave crashin down I bring peace within reach
Written by: Tyreik Davis
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