2021 Ultimate Frisbee Cypher by Ultimate Frisbee Club Lyrics
[Intro: Tamir Stein]
I'm only trusting the frisbees I keep close (close, close, close)
I stay rockin' glizzies on my coat (coat, coat, coat)
It ain't never a mystery of who's GOAT (GOAT, GOAT, GOAT)
Ten thousand likes on the last post (post, post, post)
[Verse 1: Tamir Stein]
I'm only trusting the frisbees I keep close
I stay rockin' glizzies on my coat
It ain't never a mystery of who's GOAT
Ten thousand likes on the last post
Pull up to the field and we're sweepin' the tournament
Get in the Benz and you know that I'm floorin' it
Caught at red light, say a good night
All of my goons just sent me the coordinates (Grr)
I'm eatin' all protein to make sure I'm ready (Bow!)
I head into town and I hit up the dеli
They all know my orders. They don't gotta tеll me
You know I got cash but I still pay with credit (Bow! Bow!)
I cop the Godfadda like Robert De Niro (Bow!)
I mack on the sandwich and count my dinero
Look at the score it's always 10-0
Look at my wrist it's absolute zero (Grr)
10 disks, no fuss (Bow!)
10 throws, don't miss once
No discus? We disgust
You pick us, no ifs/buts
Out front, the Benz truck
Got frisbees, I keep tucked
Quick knees, keep up
History, we touch
I got this disk power that's my benefits
Y'all need fake beef to stay relevant
Soon as I get cash I'm spendin' it
Practicin' every day just for the hell of it
We on our vice grips how we slice disks
Need an ice wrist for these nice pics
Huh…
Need an ice wrist for the… Look
First, it go vertical. Then, it get lateral (Bow!)
Other team slackin' off like they on Adderall
Try not to get mad at all. No, we ain't had it all
Even after a loss, know that we stay standin' tall (Grr, grr, grr, grr)
Everyone 'round me tellin' me "you the best" (Bow!)
Passin' opponents like "whatever. Who is next?"
The flow is so foul might need to use a ref
Hungary for the game like we in Budapest
Two fans walk up to me and ask for my number
I'm tryna decide who's dumb and who's dumber
They tell me that I am their favorite newcomer
They say that I'm heat like the middle of summer
They're talkin' and tell me that the goat is Drizzy
That cannot be possible cause they must've missed me
I don't have time for this. I gotta stay busy
The only thing flier than me is my frisbee (Frisbee!)
[Verse 2 Intro: Rami Marinoff]
Shout out anagrams: so much wordplay
Scrabble, Bananagrams
Y'all can't take it. Y'all not ready
Either way, I'm with it, yo
(Oh my god, Rami!)
[Verse 2: Rami Marinoff]
Bars goin' over your head like a frisbee
Keep the flow mellow: I'm making Rice Krispies
Count 24 beans I do it for Kobe
Bars got the Force: No Obi Kenobi
Runnin the track. Tamir is just joggin'
Ball for the bucks like my name Malcolm Brogdon
Don't anymore. Supreme on the court
I washed him, Case closed: Gibbons and Ogden (Grr)
Hold up, flow switch (Bow!)
Redding: Otis
Biden: POTUS
Flower: lotus
Fivi, Sosa
Viral, movie
Vacuum Sous Vide
Ay ay, ay (Grr)
CLB mid (Bow!)
Drake abandons his kid
Absentee dad, but never the less he
Rated at best three
I talk to God every day. That's my bestie (That's my bestie!)
They playing frisbee in my backyard. I think I see Jesse (They playing frisbee in my backyard. I think I see Jesse!)
And I get all the racks; I don't go for the decis (Grr, Bow!)
I'm the new king so don't try to finesse me
I am the thought police. They all confessin'
Pro-choice: Texas lawmaking depress me
I'm throwin' frisbees
Don't diss me or miss me or kiss me 'cause then I'll go "haha"
No crystal, so why is my man still striking in the palace like Zaha? (Zaha, Zaha, Zaha)
Ivory Coast, my whole team bigger than elephants
There's one in the room right now I think mans need to stop being benevolent (Bow!)
They said I was ginger, say my head is covered in carrots
But I slice that vice with precedent and lock em up like Kamala Harris (Harris, Harris, Harris)
Don't deal with rats, I sweep 'em all in a ditch
My shooter get caught, Nimbus 2000, chasin' that golden snitch (Bow! Bow! Bow!)
RIP to Cedric Diggory but this isn't the Triwizard Tournament
I huff and puff that witch and I'm on top like a Christmas ornament (Grr, Bow!)
Got a couple inner circles down Millburn Ave and I call 'em all fishbowls
Mans said he was JFK but got put in a crisis like Cuban missiles (Bow!)
Mans said he was JFK but still be on the Johnson like Lyndon
Got an intricate Ho Stack, no frisbee, and it's all in my office like Clinton (Bow!)
All my frisbees are Icaris 'cause they fly too close to the sun
My opps done Aesop, no fables, yeah they get silenced yeah they get shunned (They get shunned, shunned, shunned)
[Verse 2 Outro: Rami Marinoff]
Ayo
Shout out APUSH. Shout out AP Stat
Abolish the Pink Tax. Thank you, Tamir
Love y'all
[Verse 3 Intro: Seth Abrams]
Alright, boys
Time to switch up the verse (Switch up the verse!)
You know Rami's the worst (Rami's the worst!)
We gon' bring me up in this
Shout out RhymeZone for helping me out all the time
Shout out Tamir and Rami (Grr, Bow!)
[Verse 3: Seth Abrams]
Throw me a frisbee: that's Ho Stack
When the boys with me the throws slap
We running with Nike: no Babolat
Pull up to the game in a Cadillac
Call me big brother 'cause I'm surveilling
I throw the disc there's no look: I'm not caring
You see me with Zinsser? We're writing it up
Our bars have the force of a truck
With our team you know there's no luck
We only have skill
You know with us we keep it real
Pro Mario no slipping on peel
We do not just snack on dubs... for us, they're a meal
Escucho el odio
Pero a mi solo es audio
Ellos son del promedio
Mientras que soy encima del mundo
No entienden el punto
No es de mi porque somos juntos
Como Álvarez nunca soy en segundo (Álvarez, Álvarez, Álvarez)
I light up the field like it's lightning
No McQueen like Elizabeth: frightening
I Ka-Chow on my haters they're tightening
You cannot stop me, my time is on Breitling (Breitling, Breitling, Breitling)
Watch game: wombat
Subzero: Mortal Kombat
Big hero: don't fall flat
Name's Madison? Won't bring snack
At practice: no chit-chat
We're spicy like TicTac
Electric: go zip-zap (Bow!)
Frisbee game: can't miss that (Bow! Bow!)
Now let's switch up the flow of the verse
We love frisbee so much that we thirst
Got water for days
Our drippiness matches your praise
We're not in a desert, our eyes never haze
Don't overlook us this was never a phase
This a cypher: a maze, get lost in our phrase, yuh (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
It's a maze
You gon' get lost in our ways (Ways, ways, ways)
[Verse 4 Intro: Josh Chun]
Shout out Tamir. Shout out Rami
Shout out President Abrams. Shoutout 067
This one's for you
I'm gonna meow like a cat (Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow!)
Ay, ay (Grr)
[Verse 4: Josh Chun]
Madison brought no snacks (Bow!)
Eatin' that lobster. Shout out to Jack's
Me and Rami, eatin' no tax
When he throw it back, I go wack
My throws vicious, sippin' on Hibiscus
No meniscus, my flows vicious
I have a kid, his name is Russell
He's sprouting every day, like a brussel (Bow! Bow! Bow!)
Frisbees, Zaxby's
I got the vaccine
Eatin' the food like it's Benihibachi
You my pet, no Tamagotchi (-chi, -chi, -chi)
[Outro: Josh Chun]
I can't rap anymore; my throat's starting to hurt
Been spittin' all day. It's hard, man but that's all I could give you
Thanks for listening
I'm only trusting the frisbees I keep close (close, close, close)
I stay rockin' glizzies on my coat (coat, coat, coat)
It ain't never a mystery of who's GOAT (GOAT, GOAT, GOAT)
Ten thousand likes on the last post (post, post, post)
[Verse 1: Tamir Stein]
I'm only trusting the frisbees I keep close
I stay rockin' glizzies on my coat
It ain't never a mystery of who's GOAT
Ten thousand likes on the last post
Pull up to the field and we're sweepin' the tournament
Get in the Benz and you know that I'm floorin' it
Caught at red light, say a good night
All of my goons just sent me the coordinates (Grr)
I'm eatin' all protein to make sure I'm ready (Bow!)
I head into town and I hit up the dеli
They all know my orders. They don't gotta tеll me
You know I got cash but I still pay with credit (Bow! Bow!)
I cop the Godfadda like Robert De Niro (Bow!)
I mack on the sandwich and count my dinero
Look at the score it's always 10-0
Look at my wrist it's absolute zero (Grr)
10 disks, no fuss (Bow!)
10 throws, don't miss once
No discus? We disgust
You pick us, no ifs/buts
Out front, the Benz truck
Got frisbees, I keep tucked
Quick knees, keep up
History, we touch
I got this disk power that's my benefits
Y'all need fake beef to stay relevant
Soon as I get cash I'm spendin' it
Practicin' every day just for the hell of it
We on our vice grips how we slice disks
Need an ice wrist for these nice pics
Huh…
Need an ice wrist for the… Look
First, it go vertical. Then, it get lateral (Bow!)
Other team slackin' off like they on Adderall
Try not to get mad at all. No, we ain't had it all
Even after a loss, know that we stay standin' tall (Grr, grr, grr, grr)
Everyone 'round me tellin' me "you the best" (Bow!)
Passin' opponents like "whatever. Who is next?"
The flow is so foul might need to use a ref
Hungary for the game like we in Budapest
Two fans walk up to me and ask for my number
I'm tryna decide who's dumb and who's dumber
They tell me that I am their favorite newcomer
They say that I'm heat like the middle of summer
They're talkin' and tell me that the goat is Drizzy
That cannot be possible cause they must've missed me
I don't have time for this. I gotta stay busy
The only thing flier than me is my frisbee (Frisbee!)
[Verse 2 Intro: Rami Marinoff]
Shout out anagrams: so much wordplay
Scrabble, Bananagrams
Y'all can't take it. Y'all not ready
Either way, I'm with it, yo
(Oh my god, Rami!)
[Verse 2: Rami Marinoff]
Bars goin' over your head like a frisbee
Keep the flow mellow: I'm making Rice Krispies
Count 24 beans I do it for Kobe
Bars got the Force: No Obi Kenobi
Runnin the track. Tamir is just joggin'
Ball for the bucks like my name Malcolm Brogdon
Don't anymore. Supreme on the court
I washed him, Case closed: Gibbons and Ogden (Grr)
Hold up, flow switch (Bow!)
Redding: Otis
Biden: POTUS
Flower: lotus
Fivi, Sosa
Viral, movie
Vacuum Sous Vide
Ay ay, ay (Grr)
CLB mid (Bow!)
Drake abandons his kid
Absentee dad, but never the less he
Rated at best three
I talk to God every day. That's my bestie (That's my bestie!)
They playing frisbee in my backyard. I think I see Jesse (They playing frisbee in my backyard. I think I see Jesse!)
And I get all the racks; I don't go for the decis (Grr, Bow!)
I'm the new king so don't try to finesse me
I am the thought police. They all confessin'
Pro-choice: Texas lawmaking depress me
I'm throwin' frisbees
Don't diss me or miss me or kiss me 'cause then I'll go "haha"
No crystal, so why is my man still striking in the palace like Zaha? (Zaha, Zaha, Zaha)
Ivory Coast, my whole team bigger than elephants
There's one in the room right now I think mans need to stop being benevolent (Bow!)
They said I was ginger, say my head is covered in carrots
But I slice that vice with precedent and lock em up like Kamala Harris (Harris, Harris, Harris)
Don't deal with rats, I sweep 'em all in a ditch
My shooter get caught, Nimbus 2000, chasin' that golden snitch (Bow! Bow! Bow!)
RIP to Cedric Diggory but this isn't the Triwizard Tournament
I huff and puff that witch and I'm on top like a Christmas ornament (Grr, Bow!)
Got a couple inner circles down Millburn Ave and I call 'em all fishbowls
Mans said he was JFK but got put in a crisis like Cuban missiles (Bow!)
Mans said he was JFK but still be on the Johnson like Lyndon
Got an intricate Ho Stack, no frisbee, and it's all in my office like Clinton (Bow!)
All my frisbees are Icaris 'cause they fly too close to the sun
My opps done Aesop, no fables, yeah they get silenced yeah they get shunned (They get shunned, shunned, shunned)
[Verse 2 Outro: Rami Marinoff]
Ayo
Shout out APUSH. Shout out AP Stat
Abolish the Pink Tax. Thank you, Tamir
Love y'all
[Verse 3 Intro: Seth Abrams]
Alright, boys
Time to switch up the verse (Switch up the verse!)
You know Rami's the worst (Rami's the worst!)
We gon' bring me up in this
Shout out RhymeZone for helping me out all the time
Shout out Tamir and Rami (Grr, Bow!)
[Verse 3: Seth Abrams]
Throw me a frisbee: that's Ho Stack
When the boys with me the throws slap
We running with Nike: no Babolat
Pull up to the game in a Cadillac
Call me big brother 'cause I'm surveilling
I throw the disc there's no look: I'm not caring
You see me with Zinsser? We're writing it up
Our bars have the force of a truck
With our team you know there's no luck
We only have skill
You know with us we keep it real
Pro Mario no slipping on peel
We do not just snack on dubs... for us, they're a meal
Escucho el odio
Pero a mi solo es audio
Ellos son del promedio
Mientras que soy encima del mundo
No entienden el punto
No es de mi porque somos juntos
Como Álvarez nunca soy en segundo (Álvarez, Álvarez, Álvarez)
I light up the field like it's lightning
No McQueen like Elizabeth: frightening
I Ka-Chow on my haters they're tightening
You cannot stop me, my time is on Breitling (Breitling, Breitling, Breitling)
Watch game: wombat
Subzero: Mortal Kombat
Big hero: don't fall flat
Name's Madison? Won't bring snack
At practice: no chit-chat
We're spicy like TicTac
Electric: go zip-zap (Bow!)
Frisbee game: can't miss that (Bow! Bow!)
Now let's switch up the flow of the verse
We love frisbee so much that we thirst
Got water for days
Our drippiness matches your praise
We're not in a desert, our eyes never haze
Don't overlook us this was never a phase
This a cypher: a maze, get lost in our phrase, yuh (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
It's a maze
You gon' get lost in our ways (Ways, ways, ways)
[Verse 4 Intro: Josh Chun]
Shout out Tamir. Shout out Rami
Shout out President Abrams. Shoutout 067
This one's for you
I'm gonna meow like a cat (Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow!)
Ay, ay (Grr)
[Verse 4: Josh Chun]
Madison brought no snacks (Bow!)
Eatin' that lobster. Shout out to Jack's
Me and Rami, eatin' no tax
When he throw it back, I go wack
My throws vicious, sippin' on Hibiscus
No meniscus, my flows vicious
I have a kid, his name is Russell
He's sprouting every day, like a brussel (Bow! Bow! Bow!)
Frisbees, Zaxby's
I got the vaccine
Eatin' the food like it's Benihibachi
You my pet, no Tamagotchi (-chi, -chi, -chi)
[Outro: Josh Chun]
I can't rap anymore; my throat's starting to hurt
Been spittin' all day. It's hard, man but that's all I could give you
Thanks for listening