Prof was in Salt Lake City March 29th and did a show at Kilby Court, and The Urban Lounge.
He did about 8 songs, from memory, Down Dirty, Figured Out, Animal, Elephant, Rules, Superstyle, and Hostage. I talked to him for a minute or two, he seemed busy and I didn't want to get in the way.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Figured Out (lyrics)
Produced by Dillon Parker and 84 Caprice
Full song
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It takes a little bit to figure you out,
You're broken, you're flat, you're weak.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
So put that tongue back in your cheek.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
You're broken, you're flat, you're weak.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
So put that tongue back in your cheek.
Everybody knows someone just like you,
You dress up, you fuck and you blow.
If you are a man, then I mean you too.
You think you are too cool for the show.
You are not good people, you're rotten on the inside.
You're only foolin' yourself, you're see-through.
Why you gotta hate, why you gotta put your nose up,
Every day, yeah.
Don't wanna dap anybody up.
Gotta keep thinking you're the shit, best up in the club.
When I know that you'll probably fold,
When the times get tough,
When the weather gets cold.
You're a front you're a fake.
You're a snitch you're a snake.
You can't say shit like noise, you're that type of people boy.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
You're broken, you're flat, you're weak.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
So put that tongue back in your cheek.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
You're broken, you're flat, you're weak.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
So put that tongue back in your cheek.
Everybody knows someone just like you.
You pose and you flex and you stunt.
If you are a girl then I mean you too.
You define a bitch or a cunt.
You are pretty on the outside, you're ugly on the inside.
You're only foolin' yourself, you're see-through.
Why you gotta act so conceited baby, leave it baby.
Hey, yeah, yeah, eh, eh.
You treat other girls like a piece of shit, you piece of shit.
So obsessed at the top of the clique.
Running around with your damn purse and your tits.
You piece of shit.
That's you type people, ya'ain't nothin' new type people.
You make me want to hurl, you're that type of people girl.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
You're broken, you're flat, you're weak.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
So put that tongue back in your cheek.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
You're broken, you're flat, you're weak.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
So put that tongue back in your cheek.
Full song
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It takes a little bit to figure you out,
You're broken, you're flat, you're weak.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
So put that tongue back in your cheek.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
You're broken, you're flat, you're weak.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
So put that tongue back in your cheek.
Everybody knows someone just like you,
You dress up, you fuck and you blow.
If you are a man, then I mean you too.
You think you are too cool for the show.
You are not good people, you're rotten on the inside.
You're only foolin' yourself, you're see-through.
Why you gotta hate, why you gotta put your nose up,
Every day, yeah.
Don't wanna dap anybody up.
Gotta keep thinking you're the shit, best up in the club.
When I know that you'll probably fold,
When the times get tough,
When the weather gets cold.
You're a front you're a fake.
You're a snitch you're a snake.
You can't say shit like noise, you're that type of people boy.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
You're broken, you're flat, you're weak.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
So put that tongue back in your cheek.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
You're broken, you're flat, you're weak.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
So put that tongue back in your cheek.
Everybody knows someone just like you.
You pose and you flex and you stunt.
If you are a girl then I mean you too.
You define a bitch or a cunt.
You are pretty on the outside, you're ugly on the inside.
You're only foolin' yourself, you're see-through.
Why you gotta act so conceited baby, leave it baby.
Hey, yeah, yeah, eh, eh.
You treat other girls like a piece of shit, you piece of shit.
So obsessed at the top of the clique.
Running around with your damn purse and your tits.
You piece of shit.
That's you type people, ya'ain't nothin' new type people.
You make me want to hurl, you're that type of people girl.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
You're broken, you're flat, you're weak.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
So put that tongue back in your cheek.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
You're broken, you're flat, you're weak.
It takes a little bit to figure you out,
So put that tongue back in your cheek.
Friday, April 09, 2010
Fire (lyrics)
Full song
Music video
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14 shotguns, a bottle of booze,
Pickle in the middle aint no time to lose,
I got a mean bitch over on the side with the crew,
So if you're girl's talkin' shit she can get get some too.
And when your flow goes like a faucet,
Often, so easy I'm nauseous,
I need it hot, when will they learn,
We don't need no water let the mother fucker burn!
So where's the great white hype out the south side,
Moby dick MC got your mouth wide.
And can I formally make an apology,
On behalf of rap, it's wack, honestly.
Compare me to an air fleet,
Dazzling air speed,
Kill care free in my bare feet.
I relax and take a deep breath,
May the whole world crumble you are on my steps.
Fire!
And I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
Fire!
And I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
I pop like a kernal,
I'm earning my seed,
Hot like a burner, I'm determined,
I'm certain I'm G.
Certain to be top of the earth determinately.
Like personally, all ya'll prolly all heard of me.
God damn it, a mammoth hammer and an anvil can't fill the fuckin' pants I'm in.
Big P is a hustlin' champion,
Like pan handlin' from Madison to Champalin.
Party animal, I'm the peoples champion.
You can't sleep on me like you need some Ambien;
you can't believe that the north star is handlin' the game
I am a globe trotter travelin'.
I am everything sick in the world wrapped up in one.
I am my fathers son.
He made a deal with the devil
And I'm in the next room watchin' them shake hands.
I knew I'm next up for trouble
So I followed behind him to get this chance!
Fire!
And I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
Fire!
And I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
And his own to each his,
I am reborn manifested pheonix.
No less than Jesus,
Jesus Christ, I'm nice, I mean this.
I am a murderer,
I'm a rapist.
I am at one time in five places.
Without live traces,
I am in and out your house with about 5 cases.
Full throttle, empty bottle, ain no other pace
When I die I'll be face down drowned up in Ricky's lake.
I'll make your piggy break, piggy swear I'm really great,
Hold my beer, bitch, while I piss a lake.
So I signed on the line,
Prof is the best rapper of his time.
You never sinned? Well I wish you well.
Mother Fucker! I'll see you in Hell!
Fire!
And I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
Fire!
And I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
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