Saturday, January 28, 2012

Kaiser Von Powderhorn 3 Preview

The Stophouse twitter account linked to a Get Cryphy mix which has buried somewhere in its 42 minutes a song from the upcoming KVP3 called "Goblin."

I haven't had a chance to listen to the whole thing yet, but when I do I'll update this post with where in the mix it is.

UPDATE:
"Goblin" starts at 5:56, and here's just that section of the mix cut out:



New Kid feat Yelawolf

Friday, January 13, 2012

Daughter feat. Brother Ali (lyrics)


Produced by DJ Absolute
Full song
Clean version
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When you're out there in the woods,
And finally find something you love,
Better take what's yours.
If I raised her all on my own,
If you see her cry, sing a lullaby, yeah.
You'll die when you see her fly when she's gone.
Yeah

Suck my dick get a face-full.
Why can't Prof be all about the pesos?
So unapologetic,
I give a shit about your chicken's little rhetoric.
My girl don't take no shit,
Try to put a muzzle on me then I'm burning a bridge.
Motherfucker, respect my animal,
Push me in a corner I'll split your cantaloupe.
All the haters that don't like my shit,
If you really got a problem come and fight me, bitch.
Never before so many heads been talking,
Like they can jump in my shoes and start walking.
Everybody wants money where there ain't none,
We'll see who's standing when the race done.
I don't want to be found, I'm a needle,
Privileged enough to be built by the people.
That means I only got one boss,
I see 'em every time I look in the crowd.
I pledge my allegiance to them,
This is slop house baby let the story begin.
When you're out there in the woods,
And finally find something you love,
Better take what's yours.
If I raised her all on my own,
If you see her cry, sing a lullaby, yeah.
You'll die when you see her fly when she's gone.
Yeah

God God God given.
You don't gotten follow my religion to recognize that I'm different.
Can't contain it, grab it, tame it, chain, cage or enslave my dedication.
No second place in the race to make it,
Lace up your shoes for the marathon, chase it.
Sweated on stage a decade and came close enough to wipe sweat off the face of greatness.
Y'all got low expectations,
Hit first base and start celebrating.
Chest inflated, saying that you made it,
Pouring Gatorade on each other's faces.
Waste of the space you take,
What y'all call scrapin' is our vacation.
I was of the day where always creating,
By yours truly, I literally make shift.
Dictate haters, take dick,
But I don't give a fuck so they can't take shit.
Prof, let me say and extra Minnesohta,
I don't give a fah-hah-hack, roll home.
When you're out there in the woods,
And finally find something you love,
Better take what's yours.
If I raised her all on my own,
If you see her cry, sing a lullaby, yeah.
You'll die when you see her fly when she's gone.
Yeah

Hush baby, don't say a word,
Don't you ever be afraid to surge.
I watch you spread your wings and fly no matter how much it hurts.
Single father, doubled as a mother,
Kept her out of harms way, trouble never touched her.
Never had nothing but each other,
Whether we strive or suffer or thrive or go hungry.
Nurtured and loved her to a full grown woman,
Now ducks wanna jump up and try to rush her.
Pardon my thug if it make wanna scuffle and make me knock the block off one of y'all motherfuckers.

Immaculate inception,
I made her by myself when I was drunk.
She spit, fuck, cuss like a muhfuck,
She finally coming into her own.
And now you want up into my home,
Talking about you want custody, leave us alone.
La dee da dee, we like to party,
You can take her over my dead body.

If I raised her all on my own
If you see her cry, sing a lullaby, yeah
You'll die when you see her fly when she's gone
Yeah

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Lucky (lyrics)


Produced by M. C. Rentz
Full song
Clean version
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A poor boy, she's a real rich girl, and that's the story, aye-yeah.

Give me one small shot, see that girl over there looking like a snob?
She look like a little wealthy angel, I'll impress here with my gampo talk.
I say my name, she says her's too.
She flipped me the bird and her friends laugh like it's cool, yeah.

Man, I swear to god I'll be as rich as you,
I just need a little time.
Don't you be conceited, even though you're cute,
I can make you change your mind.

She treats me like a punk,
If I knew any better I would say she's a cunt,
If I knew her any better I would say she's a manipulating bitch of a witch with some boobs in the front.
She smiles well, you can tell her friends
I think I'm in love with this girl, I'm saying ooooooh.
I want to see her every single day,
She's looking at me like I'm dumb,
But I really wanna walk her home.
Her daddy said my money ain't long, ain't long, ain't loooooooong, long enough.
Say oooh girl,
Do you think I'm some sort of fool, girl?
Hey-yeah.
Man, I swear to god I'll be as rich as you,
I just need a little time.
Don't you be conceited, even though you're cute,
I can make you change your mind.

Wherever she goes, wherever, I'll be right on her toes,
That's my darling.

Baby looking good and if I think about a way that I could impress her I would,
Like if I started lifting weights, or if I beat a bully up, I think that is what is up,
I could make money selling drugs, and just like her daddy I'd be ballin'.
But that's quite a pipe dream.
Pretty sure that this little itty bitty evil slut maybe don't even slightly like me.
I'm slightly smarter, and she's slightly retarded,
And she swung and lightly slapped me when I slightly farted.
She's super super tan, me I'm a clever young hooligan.
I got the swagger no matter what mood I'm in.
How chould she not understand how cool I am?
She's acting sassy because I ain't got no dollars.
I swear I'll be rich and famous then come back and holler.
Man, I swear to god I'll be as rich as you,
I just need a little time.
Don't you be conceited, even though you're cute,
I can make you change your mind.

Man, I swear to god I'll be as rich as you,
I just need a little time.
Don't you be conceited, even though you're cute,
I can make you change your mind.

Myself (lyrics)


Produced by Cory Grindberg
Full song
Clean version
Music video
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My parents' got some big money problems.
We're all young and were counting on 'em.
Im four years old, you think im bouncin' on 'em?
I just sit back and watch, thinkin' 'bout 'em.

Moms' probably stronger than pops is.
The talk is that the old man has lost it.
Last week he came back from work,
I saw him back on the porch with the glass of milk on his shirt.
He was flippin out.  Mom probably put it there,
Judging by how angry she was it probably should be there.
And both folks know that I'm standing there.
Momma protects me, throws me be hind her back.
Why did papa do that?
Whats that telling me?
The birds cant help but sing a melody.

I ain't stupid
Happy ever after is nothing but a fantasy.
Police are part of our family.
Son and mother look out from the porch,
See fathers head duck under the door.

I believe in nothing.
I believe in myself.
I believe in nothing.
Nothing at all.

My papa got some big anger problems.
I'm getting older and I'm sick about 'em.
Its getting harder just to live around it,
I need to take a stand as a man,
I need to be about it.

So ring around the posie 'round the living room table.
I can't remember what we were arguing about.
I stood up to the scariest man in the country.
I held my head up high as I left the house.
Little boy stood in the face of a dragon.
Left with the heart of a lion. Amazing.
Its funny, I left the house so it could cool down.
But the dragon stayed hot, who's it fooling now.
Papa and the devil sitting in the basement. A R S O N I N G.
Young son headed back to the household.
Runnin' down the block eight fire trucks deep.
Fell to my knees and I screamed in the front yard.
Firemen running round like no ones in charge.
Sort of like when it rains it poors,
See the flames burst out of the door.I believe in nothing.
I believe in myself.
I believe in nothing.
Nothing at all.

Ive learned a lifetime,
A lifetime as a boy.
Evil's on the inside,
Waiting for all.

Got an apartment Im 20 years old,
Finally think that i have everything is under control.
Its been years since i spoke to the man
When he gave me his old cutlass to get out of the sand.
So just like a hyena, i take the meat.
And then i run my ass away, "You need to let me be."
But over time a part of me knew I needed to speak.
That's right when the world decided that it couldn't be.
Its the biggest hurdle thinkin' past tense.
That when a strong man takes his last breath.
I believe in nothing.
I believe in myself.
I believe in nothing.
Nothing at all.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Gampo Music Video



Watch it, like it, comment on it, and then watch it 20 more times.
Long live Prof.

Monday, January 09, 2012

Music Video for "Gampo"


If every one of Prof's facebook fans likes the video tomorrow, it could make it to Youtube's "most liked today" list, and that'll get the video a lot more views than it would normally get.  


Do it muh-fuckuhs.

UPDATE Jan 10:
Watch the video. 

Wednesday, January 04, 2012

Gypsy Airplane

This ditty hangs off the end of Need Your Love.
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Hey fellas. Gather round, for a story about the gypsy.

I think I need pussy on this airplane
So I look around and spot a chick
I see if she want to have a fucky
She replies, "come on let's see your dick."

We head back to bathroom for a quickie
She says that she does this all the time
She pulls down her panties and I'm worried
Because this bitch's dick is big as mine! 
AYE!

Lyrics courtesy ZombieBrides' Youtube video.