When your down at da club
throwin with your friends
busten out sweat combo’s till the night ends
yea your showing off the hub at the club with
your throws rockin the night.
Yeah thats right…
Club is open till 10 gotta grab a yoyoworkshop pen, to be able to hang with the men (awkward…).
The men, they be rocking the pen, pen spinning in a thinning of smoke in your coke on a poke – a dot – quake in the lake.
been working outside in the sun all day
shinning with sweat I’m hopefully gonna get paid
now I’m laying back on the on i did
i have to confess on what im impressed with work my did today
now laying back relaxing for a fraction before night moseys on it way
You with all these lies
Look me in the eyes,
You ain’t no real shady
Look around every time,
Total artist sighs,
Third class throwers maybe
Did I offend your preference,
Cuz Harold and Andre is ma reference,
Real artists get the papers,
Bein an yo-er none ya business,
Learn to rap son,
Or hit yo self with dat yyf one
My bruthers always help out,
Yo throwers never turn out.
Yuh maybe ima little boy,
But in skills I got muy
BC chimed in, he was rapping about a pen,
I got one from Yoyofficer, so pens must be in,
That means maybe they’re hip, or maybe they are “it,”
Just like my lyrics, and I’m ready to let her rip.
Erik’s at the club, he’s working up a sweat,
Doing fresh combos, that you’ll never forget,
Throwing, like a pro and you know he’s a boss,
Throwing over grass or any surface that’s soft.
Abby, she was outside throwing in the sun,
Busting out combos, all day until she’s done,
Everyone is watching, and everyone knows,
Cause everyone is talking how she throws her kwijibos.
Apollo don’t play man they better recognize,
TotalArtist knows, so TotalArtist sighs,
Nevermind the lies, he can see it in their eyes,
If they don’t step aside, then they’ll lose every time.
Cause we are TRA, so don’t get in our way,
Yo-yos today, the only things that we play,
If we hear a beat, then just pass us the mic,
We’re bringing that heat, got it…good…then goodnight.
T.A.
TA’s posting them ryhmes evr’y time
rappin to the beat tapin feat. partyin’
cuz dats how we do it in yoyo hood
feelin’ good while we throw all day and all
night to the beat of the drums rappin
strings round are thumbs and show off
to the bum’s on the street. 
Throwing all night, stayed up taking nodoz,
Throwing showing off to the bums and the hobos,
Until I’m told to move on by police they call po-po,
I pack up and move on with a case full of yo-yos.
I find a new spot, set up shop, and make paper,
Throwing me some combos, having fun, nothing major,
If you don’t like my tricks man, don’t be a hater,
Cause you must not even have the sense that God gave ya.
Remember MC AC and DJ Chief?
They are my yo-yos, and they are cool peeps,
We are rolling four deep in a jeep down the street,
Rocking to the beat, Erik’s in the back seat.
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Sounds like TAs up out of her bed and out on the street throwing too entertain everyone she knows. Yoyo on the leather hold ready to go. Out of the house without the flu i she you are trouble and the police know that too.
I don’t throw that kwijibo that goes I’m practicing and relaxing for a salvation army talent show throwing to the beat that has go down making a performance that will strom through the crowd. I’m goin to impress and infest the audience with those yoyos i hope they learn the hardwork that goes into those that dont know. Hoping to record the performance for the show and post it to youtube for all to enjoy.
As for i am flipping out tricks at lighting speed make serveral repeaters and Tricks that need to be recorded that are important for good reason.
Yea I’m bouncin’ in the back sea to the beats
that are comin’ from the cranked up radio speekas
rollin down the highway pushin 95 but hey I’m just along for the ride.
Erik throwing repeaters, while listening to the speakers,
We were in a four seater, schooling these non-believers,
Who think we don’t have the skills, and this or that,
But those are not facts, so they should chill and relax.
Abby said I’m sick, I’m only ill with these rhymes,
My sinus mucus thick, but I’m still doing just fine,
I even threw my TooH.O.T., and there’s just no stopping,
Cause even when I’m sick, I’ll be Eli hoppin’.
But my favorite trick is boingy boing, as you know,
Throwing my favorite tricks in a nasty combo,
I’m The TotalArtist, yup…that’s my name,
I make leather holders and I run the Splash Game.
Plus I’m known for these lyrics as I flow when I’m saying 'em,
Crazy when you hear it, way too much for your cranium,
Hip hop is the coolest, whoever thinks it’s foolish,
They must be stupid, jealous cause they can’t do it.
I don’t know what to do I got
no clue so I think I might throw for a bit show
of some moves rockin on da street corner makin
some dough cuz dat’s how we roll I see crazy people
runnin red lights a cross da street from where I’m throwin
They getin busted by the cops round the clock all the time
yea but dat don’t bother me I’m in da groove
rockin it out with my new throw’s partyin
all day all the time.
I’ve always been one to rap rhyme with time
But I might as well mix it up and see where I shine
So I’m lookin fine
Worth more than a dime
and I can’t see any reason to stop while Im Ahead
I’m gettin out of this bed
to do work
Yoyo instead of actin with this quirk
I’m goin berserk
I doubt this’ll and hopefully
I honestly don’t sound like a jerk
So I’m hoping opinions on how this rap went
I’m not trying to vent or throw this oppuritunity away
I’m just here to slay
But I better go
I didn’t know
Id last this long
Stayin in this song
And I here the bell bong
Callin me out
So Ima just shout
Peace
this isn’t part of the rap I just wanted to say that I am actually quite proud if that
DrAwesome has arrived, and kicked a little rhyme,
He’s along for the ride, it’s time for him to shine,
His rap went nice, so I read it twice, in fact,
It was so good he gets a pat on the back,
He has the illest rap, cause he kicked the illest words,
Not like some, whose raps are absurd,
That’s why they call him awesome, cause you’ll be in awe,
The best you ever saw, so just pick up your jaw,
Off of the floor, and he has more rhymes in store,
Cause what we heard before, I bet he has rhymes galore,
Some more, not less, his rhymes are the best,
I suggest, as you guessed, you’d be very impressed.
So any competition better figure that out,
Like in the octagon when they have to tap out.
Erik is on the street making some dough,
Making extra dollars, cause his money’s running low,
He found a spot on the street where he likes to throw,
People give him money, when he puts on a show,
He loves to street perform, and he does it like a pro,
Some money comes fast, then it starts to come slow,
When the crowd disappears, it’s the way that he knows,
To find another spot, that means it’s time for him to go.
But he makes his paper, and his money stays tight,
No time for these haters, and he’s throwing all night.
I spent the day today, raking up the yard,
No time for play cause I was working real hard,
I was out there for so long, until I got tired,
Raking up leaves, putting down fertilizer,
But I got it all done, and I knew it wouldn’t last,
I came in the house, and soaked in a bath.
Erik’s playin like Kimmit
That paper kid he gets it
TA’s rakin them leaves and I have now doubt she did it
Her best
Puttin rhymes and leaves to the test
They havin a fest
Better than the rest
Beaten there chest
All the way to Budapest
Like they know their way
Gettin there everyday
I’m hoping they stay
to see the rest of my rap
And got it on tap
But I’ll just keep this short
So I don’t go court
Prolly for tort
I’ll laugh and I’ll snort
Like it’s nothin
And I’ll just tough it
Till the end.
On the bend
With a friend
And I’ll just send this off
Cause I’m startin to cough
While I’m killin em
I’m still in em
And they won’t know
What hit em
Cause I ball hard
Harder than a rock
Cause I’m on top
Of the hill
Payin the bills
Throwin paper
Cause I get it
Like Erik TA and Kimmit
I should prolly shim it
Get out while can
Before the ban
Cause as TA said I’m working the illest
Tryin to be the chillest
And pass it on
To the next pawn
In this game of raps
And I hope my foot taps to who’s next
I just came back from salvation army talnet i just learn now its a boom and a bust ya know. Only 5 i did see in a crowd of empty chairs poor me. I wasted 2 hours that could have used than to perform for nobody. so much for recording because their was nothing there for the perfomers that came to please. Singing, dancing and the ukulele hope did better than what I did.
DrAwesome likes Kimmitt, and my favorite is Andre,
Just like TA, he makes that money all day,
Definitely throw rich, cool and you know this,
If you can’t see it, then concentrate and focus.
Cause I’m busting a rhyme with my friend DrAwesome,
So don’t waste our time sitting there playing possum, :-
Throwing all day, playing long and often,
Playing stiff string until it frays and it softens.
DrAwesome’s rocking from here to Budapest,
And I’m wearing armor like a bullet proof vest.
Abby had a bad time, sounds like she hated,
Waiting two hours and her time was just wasted,
Someone there was singing and playing a ukelele?
It all happened lately? Was it a man or a lady?
Most a the stuff I’m
Rappin about isn’t true but
it sure is fun hangin out with all of you
makin fun raps as the day goes on
and havin fun throwin and leaf
blowin except there’s no leave cuz its da
wrong season but spring is comin
and then I can throw outside cant
wait for my Gopro cuz then I can do it like a pro
yea.
I was only raking what was left from the fall,
After the snow melted, before the grass grows tall,
It wasn’t that much, but I like my yard tidy,
So, I keep a rake, shovel and a broom right beside me.
I’m hoping that fertilizer greens up the grass,
I’ll put the yard waste I raked out for the trash,
In those brown leaf bags from the hardware store,
They are so cheap that, I have to buy more.
I can rap any subject, and make up a story,
And make the people love it, even when it’s boring. 
So name a common topic, and I will make a rhyme,
I’m willing to drop it, give it thought…take your time.
To give you a topic I could send you a sign
But I can’t get an idea so I’ll let sit in my head and brine
This ain’t crime
Don’t ask me how I’m feelin I’m fine
Cause I’m killin these tricks and this bind
I won’t take a step outa line
And all of this is thine
I couldn’t give a topic
Cause I would have to cop it
From some other song
Leaving me feeling wrong
Beat up the city like King Kong
I won’t take long
Finish it up
Before we get tough
Tryin to find a way out
Sayin wassup
I need somebody fillin my cup
So I’m gonna go
Stoppin the show
Step off the stage before I glow
Tryin to know
Why
Lookin towards the sky
I might as well try
To get up this guy
So before I leave
I’ll see
what I achieve
And I’ll make clean
And Quick
So my rhymes stay sick
I could never stop hopin my words stay thick
And makin sure they try to stick
Into your mind
And all I’m gonna say is bye
Sorry for the delay,
Cause I had to work a double,
Yesterday, If I didn’t show up,
I’d probably be in trouble,
So I had to make that paycheck,
and think of what to say next,
Got to stay throw rich,
Make that money and you know it.
DrAwesome feels fine,
we’re tag teaming these rhymes,
I’m playing this or that game,
or posting in the Splash Game,
Magnificent…yes I am,
Posting on my Instagram,
Best lyricist in the land,
So everyone will understand.
I got sick rhyme skills, and that’s what they tell me,
I’m their worst nightmare, and I live on Elm Street.
I’m not like King Kong, I’m worse than Godzilla,
Write rhymes long, and all my songs are killer.