Verse 1: I’m a wild child from a small town in the land of lakes It’s cold up here so lace up your skates Still (perhaps i) carry my cross on my back everyday Still fighting off demons but I don’t forget ta pray My flow go serious like a heart attack for the white n black Clear vision no cataracts drive a buick no Cadillac Take ya back to ptown where I grew up Learned the lies of karma and of luck There aint such things man that’s whassup Learned them small town values in the PES Now I spit it hard and I can’t care less What the critics think Rock tie dye n short shorts baby not the mink Careful of that purple in yo drink I’ve climbed so high man ya shounta blinked Got rhymes all day n all of the night call me the kinks I’ll be here for a while just like the sphinx Chorus: Straight outta ptown that’s whassup a redneck paradise wit diesel trucks/ It’s blue collar life there aint much to say but I grew up there anyway/ I’m a forward thinking child like God forbid that’s why they call me the cardiac kid/ Electric pulse blowin up the grid I am the cardiac cardiac kid Verse 2: I been writing these rhymes since I was thirteen Reppin them dawgs in the white n green Steppin wit my jamba crew to the scene Show the world something they aint never seen Wanna be famous like Charlie sheen but keep my soul n stay fresh n clean Thought we’d go from tape decks to rolex from no cash to big checks but this game aint kind you can lose your mind cuz the underdogs never win and the saints never sin/ (really?) a few can make it but you gotta bleed it and need it more than others before cuz everyone wants to rap n have they own store. Amateurs don’t make it that’s the way it is son get it right just ask the late walter Cronkite/ but I’ve come too far to just be ignored heard too much rap n just got bored cuz they rap about the same things sayn things obscene not fearin the unseen I mean makin idols into god and god into fraud but even if he’s outlawed I’ll still applaud my God cuz he saved my soul when He paid my toll with his own sons blood flow so you can drop the dro forget the dough be free He paid your debt fo sho (yeah bro) Baby im: Chorus: Straight outta ptown that’s whassup a redneck paradise wit diesel trucks/ It’s blue collar life there aint much to say but I grew up there anyway/ I’m a forward thinking child like God forbid that’s why they call me the cardiac kid/ Electric pulse blowin up the grid I am the cardiac cardiac kid

Chorus: Bounce and slam, I’m moving up my jam, I got the flow fo show and I want you to know that Jesus is in my heart and soul, He’s with you too gotta know whatta do gotta pray everyday and listen, to what he got to say. Yoooooo! V1: I got heart and skill I run this drill Jesus saves many others yes it’s true he is my hero yet he is my brother yes its true it’s very very cool he was beaten and bruised yet still he refused to go down with outta fight, you know he’s right (rose on the third) so Chorus: Bounce and slam, I’m moving up my jam, I got the flow fo show and I want you to know that Jesus is in my heart and soul, He’s with you too gotta know whatta do gotta pray everyday and listen, to what he got to say. X2 Bridge: I think, and stop, make sure to give everything that I’ve got X3 V2: Now back to a serious note just to let ya’ll know I never touch dope, I wouldn’t do something to hurt myself like steal from others just to get some wealth. Jesus was nailed to a cross (why he do that?) so my sins would be washed, never ever dirty again, my mind and body ain’t filled with sin! Chorus: Bounce and slam, I’m moving up my jam, I got the flow fo show and I want you to know that Jesus is in my heart and soul, He’s with you too gotta know whatta do gotta pray everyday and listen, to what he got to say. It’s the slam jam, it’s the slam jam, it’s the slam jam OH! It’s the slam jam, it’s the slam jam, it’s the slam jam OH!

Langston Huges once inquired: What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? Depends what ya learn from it man Chorus: I’m ridin the pine, I’m doin my time but, im losing my mind now You’re burning my dreams you hate me it seems you’d rather me die now I’m gathering dust, you’re breaking my trust I just can’t go on nah ow I’ve let this fester n rot for too much time gotta let it out with words cuz physical murder would be a crime This goes to Bill Hesse like the bullet to your chest that I wanted to shoot/ your stupidity’s why I wear these war boots/ militant track like a power pack gonna go attack let loose my rage put you in my place in my cage see how it feels when you’ve worked your whole life to command the rock then get benched for scrubs n wanna be jocks when the peeps just mock sayin I don’t know chalk you’ll never walk my walk/ locked down turn off the lights in my room like a tomb pick up my bass in the corner n just rock self taught man that’s some real talk You don’t think I put razors to my wrists those nights/ wipe blood from my arms tryinta keep it tight/wearin a mask by day to hide the inner fight?/ I had inhibitions back then but now I could care less as you bleed from some steel caress/ you don’t know stress lost 5 pounds from sickness like you witnessed then my grandpa died and you benched me for 3 GAMES/called me a headcase we’ll see whose hot headed when you’re burnin in FLAMES/ didn’t even say my best friend moved away and another got some post traumatic mental decay/ you didn’t know but I have feelings and they tell me violence looks appealing/ You put me in this position I wanna grill n kill you like the inquisition/ but this ain’t ancient spain this is modern pain/ your ignorance drove me insane/ Lookin back I pry knew more about ball than you did/ shattered dreams n pain like God forbid/ whipping boy of your ignorance im that kid. Chorus: I’m ridin the pine, I’m doin my time but, im losing my mind now You’re burning my dreams you hate me it seems you’d rather me die now I’m gathering dust, you’re breaking my trust I just can’t go on nah ow Verse 2: Phil Carlson you knew me since 5th grade when you helped me work on my j/ first metcha when u said I couldn’t wear my headband cuz we a unit individuality has to be canned/ you helped me be a man and cross with my left hand/drop steps and post ups plyometrics and box jumps I thought you were the man to make our team shine till tenth grade you played seniority favorites and crossed the line you knew your stuff but you treated us like we were 5 (kj voice) Today we’re gonna learn to dribble, tomorrow we might learn to drive!/ Never felt so alive cept on the floor getn buckets then taken out like a trap door/ I thought I swore I wunt take no more but its like a drug I can’t ignore/ pt makes me soar feelin strong like a lions roar/ fightin for ptown like it’s a war but then benched again n treated like a whore/ Put me in with .3 seconds left to go thats pry a school record feelin like a sideshow/ I’d return the low blow but all i gotta bring up is ur coaching record that’s fo show/ Oh! Yeah I just went there and no I don’t care in fact youre all forgiven my scars still hurt but I stay so driven I’ve felt that emasculation public assassination/ wanna fight back make some lacerations but my friends backstab me too/ didn’t have my back when they coulda came through/ wanted to quit but ya only live twice can’t always play nice so ya pay the price n stay cold as ice like whats in my veins/ the past is done an it can’t be changed/ they treated you like a scapegoat maybe now we in the same boat to be like Christ/ vengeance is His so I won’t be enticed Chorus: I’m ridin the pine, I’m doin my time but, im losing my mind now You’re burning my dreams you hate me it seems you’d rather me die now I’m gathering dust, you’re breaking my trust I just can’t go on nah ow Talking: I could name names of people who disrespected me and hated me for no reason, I could call you out and kill you in the song like treason. I still carry God’s love but I was nicer back then. See me in person and it won’t happen again.

Verse 1: This the Boba Fett rap, I got a jet pack on my back plus a laser gun. Man you know I’m number one. When it comes to bounty I ain’t Mr. Clean, turned my mother in for cash if ya know what I mean. I do it for the green, I do it for the cash man you can’t never match my weapons stash. I made Greedo turn green, I’m the best he ever seen. My bank account’s fat like my rhymes on this track, Bounty hunters can’t rap?? Man you need to get back! My ship’s the Slave 1, I ride it solo, made a deal with Jabba and Lando, then I got the body of Han Solo. Got a flamethrower shootin from the hip, don’t step to Boba yo I’ll split your lip. I done deals with droids, Jawas, Tusken raiders, and humanoids. I’ve killed Jedi for money I’m filthy rich, I even slayed Zam Weasel and made her my (dj scratch) Chorus: The baddest bounty hunter that you never met, nothing says gangster like Boba fett, nothing says gangster like Boba Fett, nothing says gangster like Boba Fett, Boba Fett. Verse 2: My pops was Jango Fett, he the best you ever met. On Kamino got himself cloned, he was such a G, how else ya think the stormtroopers came ta be? Got himself killed by that foo Mace Windu I woulda tracked him down and done my worst but that mofo siddious got to him first! Ya better not be a hater cuz the empire respects me like darth vader Break it down. In the galaxy there’s none like me so step to the right cuz my flow so tight don’t get it twisted double fisted I’m a boss, flyer than Rick Ross. Try ta hit me can’t get with me place your bets on Boba Fett he the best yet. Many tried n died mothers cried from our kind, u in a bind. I’m a mercenary so be wary we bounty hunters scary. We got no pride we jump in the ride go off for the prize to surprise your eyes and collect the green, we so mean its a clean machine that’ll make ya bleed. We got no law like scarlet macaw turn u into slaw like jigsaw cuz I’m a killer super thriller blood spiller. I got all the skills u lack, Boba Fett bounty hunter on the track. Chorus: The baddest bounty hunter that you never met, nothing says gangster like Boba fett, nothing says gangster like Boba Fett, nothing says gangster like Boba Fett, Boba Fett.

I love peace, some people call me a hippie, I want love and not war but I can’t just watch as evil ravages my brothers and sisters across the world, some things are worth fighting for, sometimes negotiation is worthless and it’s necessary to put on the gloves and throw the devil a haymaker Chorus: Haymaker Ooh wit da haymaker ooh yeah haymaker yeh im a playmaker ooh wit da haymaker yeah (write some more for the chorus) Verse: (bell This fight’s over!) It’s a second round knockout a TKO time ta finish these fools not put on a show/ sometimes ya gotta FIGHT just to keep things RIGHT/ so we dodgin them blows and writin sick flows so step up to the left like a pallete that’s cleft and smack em wit a jab as we carry our cross still fightin for the boss my life is a loss but to die is a win cuz He triumphed over sin like a heavyweight champ now I’m part of His camp im wearing His stamp no longer just a tramp burning down this building with the fire from my amp! Chorus: Haymaker Ooh wit da haymaker ooh yeah haymaker yeh im a playmaker ooh wit da haymaker yeah Verse 2 : ICEGAME Prechorus: We goan need a paramedic! Verse 3 round 3 you on the ropes better give up hope cuz ya cant fight the invisible invincible Christ’s army indivisible/You’re on ya back STAY down choking on your own blood LAID down/ 6 foot hole like a mole sleeping underground/but you don’t gotta die don’t lie you don’t wanna fight Yahweh no way/ He wants you on His side just swallow your pride like cyanide inside to self died/Then Christ can live Through you a new creation tru ue/ Then to die is heaven escape the inferno with life eternal/ Then you don’t gotta fight Sing: The haymaker comes around it breaks your crown and when your lights go down my face is what you’ll see ee WHEN I BRING THE (chorus outro)