Aleks Gisvold's Disc Golf Journey Rap

Melody: Juicy - Notorious B.I.G.
Original
Karaoke

 

Yeah, this spotlight is dedicated

To all the haters that told me I'd never get a birdie

To all the people that laughed when I hit first available 

Called me names when I was just trying to find my disc deep in the bushes

 

And all the players in the OB

You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby

It was all a dream, I used to read Ultiworld magazine

JomezPro always spinnin’ on my machine

Hangin’ discs up on my wall

Tour Series, limited stamps - I have ‘em all

 

Every league night, was a mental fight

I let the bogeys rack, 

Made my shoulder pop

Way back, when my only ace was black.

Now I have a pack

Remember my red Rivah 

You never thought Elevation would take it this far

Now I am in the spotlight because I hit tight (gaps)

Time to get paid, make a move like Gossage made

Born tree skinner, the opposite of a winner

Remember when I used to hit circle three, not the inner

Creds to Binx, Austin and Macy

Big Jerm, Sexton, Uli

I’m blowing up like you never thought I would. Call my shot

Same PDGA number, same hood

It’s all good (it’s all good)

And if you don’t know, now you know, golfer

 

You know very well

Who we are

Don't let discs hold you down

Reach for the stars

I have a goal

Eight hundred fifty

'Cause I’m the only one

That will ‘ceptor as my main play

 

I made the change from raking leaf

To up close and personal with Krokhol’s chief

And I’m far from cheap

I throw discs with my peeps all day

Spread love, it's the Disc Golf way

My name makes me Gissy

Bros used to diss me

Now my putters never miss me

I never thought it could happen, team player stuff

I was too used to packin' boges and stuff

Now birdies play me close like butter play toast

From Holmenkollen down to the Polish Coast

Aces ain’t just dreams, tourneys for weeks

 

Courses so long, my drives make you weak

Death putts without fear

Every throw flying far, landing so damn near 

Koi’s, Binxes, ‘ceptors are my tool

Considered a fool ‘cause rubber discs are cool 

Stereotypes of a MA4 misunderstood

And it’s still all good

And if you don’t know, now you know golfer

 

You know very well

Who we are

Don't let discs hold you down

Reach for the stars

I have a goal

Eight hundred fifty

'Cause I’m the only one

That will ‘ceptor as my main play

 

Eighteen holes, not a single miss

When I was a big noob, man, I couldn't picture this

You throw it hard, I throw it like a star

Every week Stokely teaching me to hit it far 

 

Disc bag worth two G’s flat

No need to worry, my caddy handles that

And my whole team is bouncin’

Eagles every day, no more hittin’ housing

Thinkin’ back to my one-disc wack

My Koi has my back, it’s better than crack

 

Team loves to show me off of course

Sending discs all the way up to the cold North

I used to fuss when Reddit dissed us

All heat, no wonder why star frames missed us

Triple putts was the worst days 

Now we buy Huk stamps when we thirsty 

 

Uh, damn right, I like the life I live

'Cause I went from positive to negative

And it's all (It's all good, golfer)

And if you don't know, now you know, golfer

 

You know very well

Who you are

Don't let discs hold you down

And if you don't know, now you know, golfer

Reach for the stars

I have a goal

Eight hundred fifty

'Cause I’m the only one

And if you don't know, now you know, golfer

[I'll give you good and plenty (birdies)]

Representin' Team Elevation

Ekeberg SK, Kollen crew

Uh, uh, yeah, aight

 

You know very well

Who we are

Don't let bad discs hold you down

Reach for the stars

I have a goal

Eight hundred fifty

 

'Cause I’m the only one

That will throw a ‘ceptor as main play 

Biggie Smalls, it's all good, rap god

Tofteberg, it's all good, golfer
Coach Birk, it's all good, golfer

Neighbor Lars, it's all good, golfer

It's all good

That's right, '95

And on and on, and on and on

You know very well

Who we are

Don't let bad discs hold you down

Reach for the stars