Nasty Zappa EP - Track 6 - Get That Bounty

Описание: 🎵 “Get That Bounty” – Nasty Zappa | Moonskull Exclusive
In this playful Outer Rim banger, Nasty Zappa flips the hustle into pure swagger. “Get That Bounty” is packed with slick double meanings, turning the Rodian bounty hunter’s grind into a metaphor for chasing thrills, creds, spice, and attention in the nightlife of the galaxy.

From illegal blasters on his hip to spice in his coat, Zappa brags his way through wild verses about impressing women, flexing outlaw status, and living the thug life on his own terms. The euphemism of “getting that bounty” carries the whole track, blending street braggadocio with Star Wars grit in a way only Zappa can.

🔥 For fans of high-energy Outer Rim rap with plenty of charm and swagger, this track is all about the chase, the credits, and the game.

[Intro]
Yo, yo, Zappa in the building.
Green skin, chrome bling, spice dreams.
I don’t chase love—I track marks.
Out here, “get that bounty” got layers, you feel me?
(laughs) Let's go.

[Verse 1]
Steppin' out the freighter like a legend on land,
Heat from my blaster, ice in my hand.
Spice tucked snug in a synthweave coat,
Credit flow sick—watch the way I gloat.

Got a gig on Kessel, but I’m stoppin’ by first,
Lookin’ for a mark with a vibe and thirst.
She lookin’ like trouble, I’m licensed in sin,
A wink and a nod, now she lettin’ me in.

I don’t chase hearts—I scan 'em and stun,
My holotag beep when the target’s the one.
Zappa don’t need armor, I drip finesse,
Talk smooth, fly crooked, leave ‘em breathless.

[Chorus]
Get that bounty, flash that flair,
Hollow-eyed hustler with the Outer Rim stare.
Credits get tossed, spice in the pouch,
Target in sight when I enter the couch.

No rules in the fringe, no chains on me,
But they still wanna ride in my B-wing seat.
From Tatooine nights to the Neon City,
You know I came to get that bounty—and takin it wit me

[Verse 2]
Rodian rogue, got a grin like a cheat,
Midnight dealin’ under Cantonica heat.
She said, “Aren’t you wanted?”—I said, “That’s the point.”
Now she all in my booth, sippin’ flame from the joint.

No permit on the pistol, no badge on my vest,
But I still get respect in the slimiest nest.
Came up from the dunes, now I'm slicin’ in silk,
My ride’s got sublight, my drink tastes of milk.

I move like spice through a customs scan,
Quiet but deadly, with a full-blown plan.
Zappa’s the name, you best watch your tone,
'Cause I might claim the bounty, and take it home.

[Bridge – Beat drops low and filthy]
It ain't just creds—it's the thrill of the find,
Reading her like a wanted file—classified mind.
No cuffs, no chains, just a smirk and a scan,
She know what it means when I flex that hand.

Sector to sector, I don’t miss my mark,
Whether it’s midnight spice or a flame in the dark.
Ain’t just huntin'—I’m curatin’ heat,
Every target unique, every mission elite.

[Chorus – Repeat with added harmonics]
🔥 Get that bounty, flash that flair,
Hollow-eyed hustler with the Outer Rim stare.
Credits get tossed, spice in the pouch,
Target in sight when I enter the couch.

No rules in the fringe, no chains on me,
But they still wanna ride in my B-wing seat.
From Tatooine nights to the Neon City,
You know I came to get that bounty—and takin it wit me

[Outro]
No questions, no witnesses.
Just bounties and stories.
And you know Nasty Zappa don’t miss.
Click.
Target acquired.