Turbulence Verse 1: Here comes Cato, hopping the hurdles, notched into turbo there's no stopping my serve bro, when I transform from Stephan into Eurkal From a very young age, I knew someday that I'd hit the stage, not for rap that was an acquired taste, that required haste to get started say, hello and welcome to the flow I fathered, I was like you a kid with a dream that morphed into a typhoon, got caught up in a whirlwind of haikus, hard to dumb shit down with an IQ above one thousand ten, hard to love one's friend, when grown ass men pretend Pre Hook & Hook It's time to prove I'm right and I'm worth a shit If your promises are worth a lick see if you bounce at the first sign of turbulence and give em the finger as I emerged from under it Verse 2: I'm uber selfish, want it all for myself to relish, in the moment as a kid I'd stomp the stoners, at lunch for attention, gave a shit about a friendship, that's what I thought about in detention, about how it's all their fault, instead of looking inwards, seeing I was really the henchmen relentless in my search for something bigger, but when you can't deliver the goods cause you lack potential, but I never did, just never seized and lived up to the bar set by my teachers, hence why I don't do any features, I wanna prove I can do it all without these leaches nipping at my sneakers Pre Hook & Hook It's time to prove I'm right and I'm worth a shit If your promises are worth a lick see if you bounce at the first sign of turbulence and give em the finger as I emerged from under it Verse 3: It ain't me and it ain't you, my job is to be cool, as a fact I hate school, hated every second, might of been my A D D or the fact that I am crazy, for the record, I am an impeccable, extremely respectable, fellow who's mad intellectual, with my words impressible, pessimistic at the same damn time, meaning I never get my hopes up that the world will change on a dime, cause when it does you'll remember my name and finally give me a co sign, it will be fine, I'll say thank you to all follow with a good bye and a good night Pre Hook & Hook It's time to prove I'm right and I'm worth a shit If your promises are worth a lick see if you bounce at the first sign of turbulence and give em the finger as I emerged from under it

Lights On Hook: Lights on someone's there, groove to the track let down your hair, swing your arms round and round, move your body up and down Verse 1: I've got rhymes on rhymes, with lines on lines, I'm a coke man screw pepsi, unless they wanna sponsor me, cause they know that I'm sexy, I'm a jet to the south of France to rave, X, and dance, there's no way I can't, I am Stan the Man I can be who you wanna, just cause I ain't about Marijuana hot like a sauna, like I chill in Arizona, why don't I, get a little more props for the shit I do, shit dog, my IQ's like one twelve, asks oneself if I am the one sent from hell to dismantle and diss shelve this propaganda of amateur gay rappers, all white with tank tops and vans on skateboards, ranting like they know life, please I used to be called snow white, why don't you fags don't twice you'll freeze like statues when the lights go lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, y'all freeze like statues when the lights y'all freeze when the lights lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, y'all freeze like statues when the lights GO Hook: Lights on someone's there, groove to the track let down your hair, swing your arms round and round, move your body up and down Verse 2: I body bag, anybody that, wants to come and ask a few details, you see we scale tracks like mountains free fall to the fountain, where I get replenished, rebalanced start bouncing, start counting the moments around us I'm jones 'en to mount 'em, free flow like the ounces, from my mouth is, where we go to be out the lifestyle we're doused with, we'll lose all the housing but we don't care cause we outtie, most doubt us they try and re route us but we ain't fucking cowards we cowboys and ready for the storm that's coming ain't it something? someone so fun, so full of energy wants to partake and share what he proved on this level of stage in front of these people, who all wanna be you be you, be you, all wanna be you be you, be you, all wanna be you be you, be you, all wanna be you be you, be you, all wanna be you be you, be you Hook: Lights on someone's there, groove to the track let down your hair, swing your arms round and round, move your body up and down Verse 3: I dedicate my music to my fans, whether or not that comes with a couple grand, I love to see them hands waving at this man, while I'm on the stage, dropping bombs, let's rage get crazy, ain't a phase, do I seem deranged? maybe but I'm more than strange, I come and stay, you come and go, just like a hoe, and naw I ain't paying yo, I created a brand, alone, my team, our dream I win, we win, we eat like we starving, yea we that fucking awesome Lights on groove to the track let swing your arms move your body someone's there down your hair round and round, move your body up, up, up, up Hook: Lights on someone's there, groove to the track let down your hair, swing your arms round and round, move your body up and down

Re Start It Put yo hands in the air, let's get the party started don't have a care in the world, let's all go retarded times up at the bar, well then re start it, trying to get fucked up, let's get the party started let's get the party started, let's get the party started let's get the party started, let's get the let's get the p, p, p, p…….. Verse 1: It's the countdown, till the engines kick off, lift off I know you pissed off, that your followings bigger but your dicks soft and you're ripped (ARRR) trinkets and souvenirs for the masses, count wins in asses, jumping at show, you probably double count glasses, four eyes, couldn't correct your, lackluster performance for shows you bastards, here's a tip get off my dick and practice…you think I jump around for the workout or the cardio? but I am an entertainer no stranger to stages or danger, let me execute on point call me an army ranger, forget the battles, forget the punchlines, get on a stage with me, let's see if you can hang with me, if your showmanship can bang with me and post show if you can drank with me, if you can or don't like me, then turn around, leave my sight and leave me town (town)… Hook: Put yo hands in the air, let's get the party started don't have a care in the world, let's all go retarded times up at the bar, well then re start it, trying to get fucked up, let's get the party started started, started, let's get the party started started, started, let's get the party started started, started, let's get the party started started, started, let's get the party started Verse 2: I bang beats like drums, couldn't bang a beat if it was in heat and it could make you come, this ain't no slum dog millionaire, even though you can feel it in the air I could give a shit less, if ya care, where I come from who I roll with, if I am dumb, or if I don't run ish… I'm a boss, last piece of the puzzle, watch me emerge from the rubble, I'm smarter, the author, composer, keep ya composure, we can head to my dojo i''ll teach you some tricks, to help you control your bitch and you know I'll do the exact opposite pronto and switch gears, finally meant when I said it's my year, shout to my homies, cause we here see you at the bar, toasting to be alive by far the thing I'm most impressed with is…how I are so solid with all my bars, that's why you be in awe Hook: Put yo hands in the air, let's get the party started don't have a care in the world, let's all go retarded times up at the bar, well then re start it, trying to get fucked up, let's get the party started started, started, let's get the party started started, started, let's get the party started started, started, let's get the party started started, started, let's get the party started Verse 3: everybody turned up, yea let's get it poplin' party hard all night, till there's bodies droppin' taking shots like my job and it's time to clock in let this mother fucker burn, till the marshall's knocking shades on in the club, cause I'm blocking haters fly shit head to toe, sharp as a razor bad women know my name, but won't see me later wanna serve me in the club and I be she caters Hook: Put yo hands in the air, let's get the party started don't have a care in the world, let's all go retarded times up at the bar, well then re start it, trying to get fucked up, let's get the party started started, started, let's get the party started started, started, let's get the party started started, started, let's get the party started started, started, let's get the party started

Life’s a Struggle Hook: You know my life’s a struggle No lie my life’s a hustle So you know why I’m tougher You wonder how I’m cut from Please don’t leave me tonight Cause I will not survive I need you by my side You know I need you Verse: Hey ladies, I’m not crazy, sorry Katie's Sorry Lisa's, all chicas, never get a Piece or a slice of my pizza, so keep ya Distance, I’ll hug ya, shake hands or snap Some pictures, but this dick is, my chicks cause she’s been there since day one, wasn’t fake wasn’t looking for an escape advantage or money, just wanted love and affection from me whether dark, cold days or the weather is sunny, on walks thru the neighborhood talking about the future, how could I use her or abuse her, I choose and chose her above any other losers, so deuces… Hook: You know my life’s a struggle No lie my life’s a hustle So you know why I’m tougher You wonder how I’m cut from Please don’t leave me tonight Cause I will not survive I need you by my side You know I need you Verse 2: It’s stage two and the days just flew thru Been on tour for two weeks and I’m going a bit coo coo, for some reason, me and my lady are having disagreements about who knows who, or how, or what about, doesn’t like that I am away, you know that I’ll never stray but this my job, how I provide for the family the local scene was a sampling, of how this would go, fans get a taste and want some more I tried to prepare you, didn’t want to, then all we do is argue, you got me feeling like a cartoon cause this, can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t be real can’t, can’t, can’t be real can’t, can’t, can’t be real can’t, can’t, can’t be real can’t, can’t, can’t be real can’t, can’t, can’t be real can’t, can’t, can’t be real can’t, can’t, can’t be real Hook: You know my life’s a struggle No lie my life’s a hustle So you know why I’m tougher You wonder how I’m cut from Please don’t leave me tonight Cause I will not survive I need you by my side You know I need you Verse 3: Let’s skip ahead towards the resolve, how you want me to do it all, that’s why I’m off the ground and you are out your mind, since I was a shorty, I wanted to perform and find a worthy girl, but you gotta work at both, guess the moral of the story is never be on time or early be early, be early, never be on time or late, never Be on time or late cause your girl won’t wait be early, be early, never be on time or late, never be on time or late cause your girl won’t wait be early, be early cause I will not survive be early, be early be early, be early be early, be early Hook: You know my life’s a struggle No lie my life’s a hustle So you know why I’m tougher You wonder how I’m cut from Please don’t leave me tonight Cause I will not survive I need you by my side You know I need you

Stripper Blues Uh, (giggle), yea, let's go, go, go Hook: (2X) Baby, sorry to mislead you, I never Meant to hurt you, ohhh but I’m about That money, all I can say is I’ve got the Stripper blues Verse 1: I met a girl who seemed to like me if I had that guap, I could see her nightly If I dropped that twenty, she would ride me Deep inside me I thought I loved her, despite The other guys I saw her seeing, get her to the Back room, and I thought she’d start believing, the same feelings, I was having, when really, my Head was clouded with sexual tension, I don’t Have enough money to get that pension, all I Got was teasing, she was pleasing, the whole Room I was cheesing, like a heathen, Breathing heavy, cause the levee was about to Break, credit card companies calling to see if I lost the thing, no, but please raise my Limit, one more dance and oh she’s gonna give it up, or at least her number Hook: (2X) Baby, sorry to mislead you, I never Meant to hurt you, ohhh but I’m about That money, all I can say is I’ve got the Stripper blues Verse 2: I’m dumb drunk throwing singles, oh it sucks To be single, so I stumble with my guys to the exit Out to the souped up civic, back to the land of the Living, I pass out dreaming about that goddess Had every man as putty in her hands, she totally Dug me, even though it cost me, that’s when my dude Chimes in and says you know she lives right across From me? What!?! I screamed, we almost crashed the car, let’s go there! Why we going to the bar? Dude chill, she’s still working and jerking it for that Paper, I’ll invite her over for the after-hours, See her later, I spent the next 80 minutes pacing About what I’m a say to her face and prepping my Poker face I’m ready to make a move, give me the Weed I need to relax, ooooohhhh Hook: (2X) Baby, sorry to mislead you, I never Meant to hurt you, ohhh but I’m about That money, all I can say is I’ve got the Stripper blues Verse 3: Get to the cab, head back to the lab with the crew We got one A thru the complex coming thru But I could give a shit, my minds only thinking about One thing, then my dude says “yo, you see her?” Huh!?! No! maybe cause I’m chief ‘in, did I miss her? He says she’s over there on the couch, I look some Dudes arms around her kisses her on the mouth I take a step as if to fight him, he pulls back DAMN! Fuck that strip joint lighting, my heart is crushed she’s ugly ass fuck, with a butter face, my mind replays the previous moments and how she’d always turned away never face me; I thought she’s Ginger, but no It’s Steve and Stacy, they live in 4B, never knew this donkey stripper could of wowed and floored me, without a pole… Hook: (2X) Baby, sorry to mislead you, I never Meant to hurt you, ohhh but I’m about That money, all I can say is I’ve got the Stripper blues

Charlie Chaplin Hook: Here I is, where you at? I’m upfront, I’ll handle that I’ll take the reins, you settle back You don’t want it? But I do Now salute the captain I’m taking charge, what’s crackin’ I’m the shit and you ain’t packing Be quiet Charlie Chaplins Verse 1: Let’s cover some topics, Cato here that’s hot shit I got kids saying they’d be honored to do a track with A god like this, my spirits immortal, I ride beats like Zorro, only thing gordo about yours truly is my balls, step on stage and I leave it out there for y’all just want to entertain the world I’d do it for free just to bring world peace, from Spain & Brazil, Japan to Belize, don’t believe me? How can I prove it without Your support, 2 things that I’ll never divorce, my wife and this sport, cause I strive to be the best of the best Eric Roberts, clobbering acts, no contest Be the best of the best, Eric Roberts, clobbering, no contest Hook: Here I is, where you at? I’m upfront, I’ll handle that I’ll take the reins, you settle back You don’t want it? But I do Now salute the captain I’m taking charge, what’s crackin’ I’m the shit and you ain’t packing Be quiet Charlie Chaplins Verse 2: My visions are clearing up, while y’all are tearing up I’m up on the new beats tearing through the field with some new cleats, HiPOP set the mold and now I’m Through it, with two feet, 2PAC would do these murder the competition, stop trying to not listen cause when the content matches the concept it can’t be nonsense, check up on that, Beyoncé would check up On that, so why you think I rage? Be honest I’m a ticking time bomb ready to bomb sets, feel like a Vietnam vet, who deals with shit to get his mind back what’s the deal Charles Bronson, let’s move out the basement and get up on this, I got moves, I run corners i run, i run, check up on that, check up on that Hook: Here I is, where you at? I’m upfront, I’ll handle that I’ll take the reins, you settle back You don’t want it? But I do Now salute the captain I’m taking charge, what’s crackin’ I’m the shit and you ain’t packing Be quiet Charlie Chaplins Verse 3: In this demographic of rappers, I feel so lost in the traffic, in the sea surrounded by the average, off beat trying to tackle and damage a track, when in fact you Couldn’t handle the weight of my sack, in your hand you’d panic, drop it and run; you’re scared of what I may become, a lion, a king, on the hunt, with no blunt Intentions, except to ban the censors, cause I’m tired of being on the fence, so I hopped in the yard, ransacked the house, keep up retards, but I bet you won’t when I’m on tour for crowds, you’ll front like I did shows with Him, he’s aight, but now… Hook: Here I is, where you at? I’m upfront, I’ll handle that I’ll take the reins, you settle back You don’t want it? But I do Now salute the captain I’m taking charge, what’s crackin’ I’m the shit and you ain’t packing Be quiet Charlie Chaplins

So High Verse 1: very happy to be telling this tale, about a kid with a dream who set sail, on a pathway over populated and degraded with no talent having fake players, who strayed too far from their parents basement, into the view of the public, so thirsty for the hits they pretend to love it, but fuck it, just cause you made the team doesn't mean you need to come off the bench sit your ass down and watch how I quench their thirst, how I strap TNT to my chest when I step to the booth and snap, upgrade to C4, when I step to the stage they clap, crowd goes BOOM! chalk another tally in the win column, I solemnly swear, to be a beast and be a bear for you to handle, damage every track beyond repair, you can prep all you want but you ain't prepared, for the spark or the glare, couldn't hold a flame to me, hence why you fizzle and flare and disappear into thin air Hook: (4X) I done been so low, now I’m up so high Spread my wings and fly Verse 2: if you're as tired of me of society dividing the peeps the whack to my left, suck to the right, with the worst upfront and the best to the back, all night I'll preach this, until my lungs last breath, I need a deal like Seacrest, now I digress, let me speak on how tired I is…so totally tubular dude, totally thought this was a fad, from the 80's like snapbacks but here they are again, bad music, skinny jeans skateboards and penny loafers, tank tops we're hopeless, no one knows this but me, feel like the genie from aladdin now rub me… I'll take you back to a time, back to a time when a rhyme in line with another rhyme, was a crazy rhyme, it was a crazy line, when dudes in their lyrical prime got signed, not these, lemon lime, blow pops, claim to be so different and gifted, couldn't hear a word I just said, if you listened with your ear to the speakers, you can bet I'm fed up with the process, my rap sheets so spotless, in a sense I ain't ever faked or spent time with a fake creation, practiced diction, to separate our creations, your career is now cremated, bye… Hook: (4X) I done been so low, now I’m up so high Spread my wings and fly Verse 3: Since age twelve, my balls dropped I knew something was unique, that the words when I speak would have meaning, that my teenage dream of being important of a sorts, would sort its way out and I'd torture the sport of music, quicker than a whore who's using everything to make a buck, don't like me, well get fucked, when I'm bucking the crowd, you can be outside complaining it's too loud crying you can't get in, I see crowds that I would kill and I'm fiending for the mic and a beat, like a lion in heat and I need to feast, a to say the least, I be the number one supplier of heat, but they say Cato again cold as shit vacations to the North Pole, so polar this, it's hard to change the words when the spurs are running deep and holding in man they runneth deep within, they call me Titanic the way I'm underneath the surface my man!

Hands High Hook: Everybody in this party put your hands high Everybody with a shorty put your hands low Everybody wanna party put your hands high Everybody, everybody come on come on put your hands high, put your hands high put your hands low, put your hands low put your hands high, put your hands high come on come on Verse 1: I'm back at it, a fiend for a track like a heroine addict when his words formulate it's magic, when you rap it's tragic, would of thought rappers were cracking the way they fucking spread like rabbits, uhhhpppp there's another, ranked 2400 on Reverb, these nerds with their microphones they prefer, Pro Tools and think blunts and syyzzzerppp, can make 'em mix and deserve, my time and when I don't give it now or later, I'm labeled a hater? So, let's clear it up, I'm a Ma fucking poet and know it, like poetry in motion relax and feel the breeze of the ocean and listen to the chosen one, this spots gonna be closing son but you seem pretty hopeless, um, ok maybe one for the road, then you're done Hook: Everybody in this party put your hands high Everybody with a shorty put your hands low Everybody wanna party put your hands high Everybody, everybody come on come on If you feel me, all my people, let's go get on it I'm only here for the night, let's get hooked like phonics and then I'm on the move, just like a Supersonic I love to mix it up, Mr. Gin & Tonic Verse 2: My doors always open, hit me, let's go over what you suppose is the formula for dopeness, is it clothes? No Is it hoes? No…rapping now a days is played out and dumbed down, I pray that, we know now, but I don't think so, you're in the crowd and I'm not…I'm kind of rowdy and hot and I'm kind of the shit, I could see you if I got off my own damn dick and I crept to the club to kick it, but as God as my witness, I'll end up smacking the shit out of some dude cause some dude's bitch is thinking she can get up in my business, what is this? the climax or the finish, there's so many damn decisions to pick with, either career or tours, entertaining kids is the choice, I tried to make and live with Hook: Everybody in this party put your hands high Everybody with a shorty put your hands low Everybody wanna party put your hands high Everybody, everybody come on come on If you feel me, all my people, let's go get on it I'm only here for the night, let's get hooked like phonics and then I'm on the move, just like a Supersonic I love to mix it up, Mr. Gin & Tonic Verse 3: I'm a lone ranger, in the sense that I can roam closer to danger, I can teeter on the edge of what's sane or how I can change up my style, to EDM, rap harder than him or him, don't call me Slim, before my lyrical bullet on a whim straight to your temple, then the lights dim remember, sometimes, a wins a win, so quit while you're ahead, and still got your head and can get some head, wanna wake up with a mic cord rapped around your throat and since I rap circles around fools, I can choke you with a song and dance, I'm a grown ass man I don't sag my pants so take a chance on me, once again… Hook: Everybody in this party put your hands high Everybody with a shorty put your hands low Everybody wanna party put your hands high Everybody, everybody come on come on If you feel me, all my people, let's go get on it I'm only here for the night, let's get hooked like phonics and then I'm on the move, just like a Supersonic I love to mix it up, Mr. Gin & Tonic Lyrics Written By: Calen J Schaefer (BMI), Whyte Hype Wrytes (BMI) Audio Engineer: Logan Uu @ Great Tapes Studio, Minneapolis, MN Mixing & Mastering Engineer: Cory Barton for Kool Nerd Productions Executive Produced By: Cato & Kool Nerd Presented By: DJ E-V, LeakJones.com, & Last Call Recordings

G.G.A.T.T. Verse 1: Step to the plate son, I went from SIU to Seattle With no vacation, the mission is simple, hate to Throw a wrinkle, in your plans, I’m coming from The back and gonna plop in the middle and get Relaxed and kick off my shows, demand a drink In left and right hand, double fisting don’t like me? Shut the fuck up, get fisted, flip flopper, flipping Belly to ass like it’s a hot topic, you’ve lost it The caution flag is up, so you better grab the reins And saddle up, it’s sad you suck, yea I said it That’s what’s up… I said it you wanna knuckle up Ain’t ever lost a fight and don’t plan to start tonight So when the spark ignites, you might wanna move Cause it’s gonna hurt your eyes, while I’m on the top Of the critics surprise, cause I switched my deliverance Don’t like this? Then we’ll relive deliverance I’m back for revenge with a vengeance for the blogs Who didn’t post my shit bitch, no need for the PG I ain’t Disney, but like your last kidney, you need me you need me, yea...you need me Hook: (4X) Grind Grind all the time, I’ve got moves on the line Shows on deck, hits in the vault, demand repeat Don’t care what it costs Verse 2: Step to the plate bitch, I’m on the mound ready to Pitch, ready to scratch that itch, ready to bring the Heat and shut they lips, you hate, dub step, then get The fuck back, and watch me pile up these dub stacks I say fuck that, and fuck them rappers, everyone raps And most are crackers, you dip ‘em they get soft You rip ‘em they get so pissed off and say you hating On ‘em when really I just hate them, would rather Wreck my ride then share a stage with them, but here I am with them god damn amateurs, who ain’t even Half mature, as a class aspergers disease, the weed I’d need to cope with these over eager wanna be’s Would be so heavy, I’d be given felonies for trees and Mass distribution, smoke so heavy there is global mass Pollution, so how we solve this? What’s the solution? Half is retarded without a future, see delusions, They must have brain contusions… Hook: (4X) Grind Grind all the time, I’ve got moves on the line Shows on deck, hits in the vault, demand repeat Don’t care what it costs

Clap For You Verse 1: I’m here on the left and bounce to the right Never left a soul but I feel alright, I feel air tight I feel like flight, naw I feel like Mike… I’m on top of the world tonight, I’m a tiger Camoed, ready for the jungle, ready for a rumble Ready to pummel, but still so humble, when I meet My fans, they’re the ones who fill the stands, they’re The ones who inspire raps, so for that I’ll bow my Head and clap, for you… I’m so desperately thankful to the masses Handful of people, stood tall and rode with me Thru the landfills of samples, I’ll raise my lighter Bic a candle as a thank you, I can’t pretend to be Someone I’m not, like someone who’s got, the world By the balls when I’m on the come up from flop In a lopsided affair, but attention from my wife and Fans is all I care about… Hook: Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, I clap for you, you clap for me I love you all, hope you can see I’m here for you, not here for me Let’s enjoy together, no matter who we be Verse 2: I’m fully hard and extremely excited, to see one Thousand lighters and cell phones up in the air As someone who’s come from despair, I almost Tear up, when I see you here, you ask for pictures And I know I smile, really wanna hug you and just Talk for a while, I can’t verbally express my gratitude Tweet me all you want, I promise to get back at you Cause without you, there’d be no me, so let’s throw Back a few laughs, share a moment, connect, I feel Blessed to have experienced success that you feel I’m next; wanna scream yes, when I throw up my fist You rock when I rock, jump when I jump makes me Feel like I’m on top, when I’m in the slumps and dumps Ready to give up, so this is a big thank you to all Without you I know I’d fall Hook: StayFly, StayFly, StayFly, Stay StayFly I clap for you, you clap for me I love you all, hope you can see I’m here for you, not here for me Let’s enjoy together, no matter who we be