I owed Noah this song for some time, so here it is…all recorded and done. I may tweak it a bit, but I think it sounds good. I put an acapella version after it. Figured I’d make it 2 minutes long, freestyle length.
It was fun writing a song with you Noah. Until next time…
Verse 1
Whether they’re young or older, my rhymes are colder,
than an aluminum boulder, a throw is in my leather holder,
So bring it on, come strong, and I challenge you to come,
Throwing and making songs, and my style is super dumb,
Where I’m from…I stay frosted, lost in a sea of strings and ano,
Like Augie Fash, Fast like you don’t understand so,
get out of thrower’s block, get locked and loaded,
All my enemies mocked and scolded, cause I’m the coldest,
My whip’s so fast, that it can give you whiplash,
draws attention quick fast, cause my style it kicks *ss,
Haters be on blast, I’m faster than spinning ceramics
Kids don’t understand it, I do damage and leave 'em stranded,
General yo for breakfast, Caribou Lodge is dinner,
So don’t try to step to this, I’ll come out the winner,
Throw down so hard that several think I’m a sinner,
Takes a contract with the devil, to get some tricks this killer,
Yoyoexpert is the forum I visit, so recognize,
That I’m sick wit’ this, competition…just step aside.
Chorus
I got yo-yos & swag, yo-yos & swag, yo-yos & swag
In my yo-yo bag (repeat)
Verse 2
I do it all day, kids think I’m the coolest,
Tricks smooth and fluid, like when Andre do it.
and people are addicted, i’m the sickest, they get hooked,
what I got isn’t moves from a yo-yo trick book.
So, while your friends look slow, old and senile,
meanwhile, they’re amazed in a daze when I freestyle.
But all that don’t matter, competition knows to scatter,
why? it’s all about my yo-yos and my swagger.
Tricks like Harold Owens, throw until my middle finger is swollen,
yoyoing…in yoyoexpert clothing,
which means I look too fine to give my enemies time,
throwing yo-yo, a super G like I’m Gentry Stein.
The Totalartist, yeah, so if they ever bring my name up,
it’s time to change up, lame ducks, and step your game up.
I’m a thrower and a very skilled rhyme flower,
Write rhymes shoulder to shoulder, with another thrower Noah.
Chorus
I got yo-yos & swag, yo-yos & swag, yo-yos & swag
In my yo-yo bag (repeat)