Old Trout Verse

We got a lot of ground to cover from Mexico to Canada. You want to prove what you capture then get your camera. Had to collaborate with some other lads who just happens to have a similar passion of putting the rap in rapala. It’s about to get serious for a second check it. I got lines ready and I really hope they’re catching. I’m a outcast/out cast everybody trying to be present as I start the real debate/start to reel the bait. They’re biting, I said it/set it. This ain’t the main stream, it’s a different channel. There was a wick at both ends when I lit this candle. What a drag, don’t get snagged in a fishy battle. Could be a happy end if You Bruce Smith and get the tackle. Back to rock the boat. Current flow is getting heavy. Got self control trolling with the net already/all ready. Getting deep with a fat rap, I’m a bad man until I drop off but for now these bars have sand. This Michigan fisherman’s not not hot for the fact that I get them heads bobbing, like top water poppers. Whether there’s a fully stocked lake or a gentle brook, I’ll get it
Cooking. Look it’s the opposite of a treble hook.

Gotta get that B.A.S.S
Gotta get that B.A.S.S
Gotta get that B.A.S.S
Gotta get that B.A.S.S

Kolorblind Verse

Bass game checking in. Last name fisherman. In the Upper Peninsula. Crystal Lake bout to kill again, with no ill intent. Ain’t talking militant. Building with the bill and the brim. Feeling like Gilligan. The Jason within bathing in sin, taking a swim when the Great Lakes are grim and the stakes are thin. You can take the bait, I'm a take the win. There’s only so much sacred space, let's hope you make it in. You better pay attention anytime Ky's spitting. Go above your head with lines, we out here fly-fishing. Defying tyrants, they wonder why I'm missing from my nine-to-five, on the docks getting my mind lifted. While you were packing a nine I was crafting a line. I just sit back and shine on some upper echelon. Call me a vagabond. I tell em all like Captain Ron, the cast is strong. Y’all might want to grab your tackle box and tag along.

Gotta get that B.A.S.S
Gotta get that B.A.S.S
Gotta get that B.A.S.S
Gotta get that B.A.S.S

Nik Beats Verse

When I go fishing, let’s keep one thing clear man. We can’t eat what we catch so this scrap gets mad agricultural runoff, round up, other poisons that destroy us. Fucking our fish up. I wish I could feed the corrupt and sons and daughters everything coming outta these waters as they’re sitting in prison getting slaughtered. Y’all talking about fishing when we oughta be talking about what we wade in, bath in, drink in, fish in. I’m wishing for the first time, I was a vicious politician. I’m heavy as the fish we get in and can’t eat. Y’all will get it when I fry up. Pay attention and don’t sleep. I eat sheep head while y’all meat heads dump chemicals. I see red snappers and the sea sheds tears for her beach down there, medical relief for the reefs out there. Nik Beats got that hang time when my lines out there and wildlife is our life and that bear is my child, try to rob him and die in the tides so he can find his next meal and maybe mine can too. My eyes deep-blue but burn from P.F.A.S

Gotta get that B.A.S.S
Gotta get that B.A.S.S
Gotta get that B.A.S.S
Gotta get that B.A.S.S
Gotta get that B.A.S.S
Gotta get that B.A.S.S
Gotta get that B.A.S.S
Gotta get that B.A.S.S