Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Superstyle at SXSW

Prof was at SXSW this year, and I can't embed the video for some reason, so here's a link,  Superstyle.

Monday, March 12, 2012

King Gampo remixes

Prof asked for some King Gampo remixes a while ago, and it looks like they're about to start surfacing.  I'll update this post as new ones show up.

Karma, Budo remix

Yeah Buddy, Evil Bastards remix

Saturday, March 03, 2012

Poor Me (lyrics)

Full song
Clean version (same as original)
Produced by 84 Caprice
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I thought that I would have whatever I want,
Oooh oooh.
Until I turned 16 and I don't' have a Galant.
Vroom vroom.
Meeee, poor me.
Oooh.
My mom and dad are probably gon' have to die tonight.
Meeee, poor me.

I'm so helpless, without my allowance I think I'm useless.
Give me my money, mama.
How are you gonna let your son struggle in the mall all weekend?
Is that what you want me to do, take myself right off the deep end?

Meeee, poor me.
Somebody help me please, help me please.

I'm dying in inside, I don't want to lose my mind.
I'm thinkin' that maybe I'll just sit back down and cry.
I'm dying inside, I don't want to lose my mind.
I'm thinking that maybe I'll just lay back down and die.

Meeee, poor me.

Friday, March 02, 2012

President (lyrics)

Produced by Willie Wonka
Full song
Clean version
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I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.

Yup, two houses on the south side.
I bought land, motherfucker, meet me outside.
I crossed the globe slow, like a tornado.
Fuckin' with the P. R. O. F. is so
Past your honor roll, listen.

Look at this, another party sold out.
I made a movement in the norsk, it's the cold south.
This Ric Flair, it has got me on the swoll, SWOLL!
I'ma catch a million, I'ma buy a BOAT!
Who bucks like me? Kill the club dead.
Who fucks like me? I break the fuckin' bed.
Hustled up some bootstraps, son,
I tightened my belt,
It runs in my city, so I signed myself.
I'm a thorough-bred, Powderhorn is in my nuts.
I keep two of 'em, case some bitches wanna fuck.
People ask me if I'm the best as if that is a question,
If you thinkin' that you can be even with me, I'd find that quite offensive.


I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.

I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.

Back to the fast life, I'm a crack pipe,
And I guess my pace is sick.
Waitresses,
Put 'em all together till their faces kiss,
Basic shit.
These rappers shows is so bogus,
Oh no what a waste this is.
So sue me, Susie, spray a uzis in the path where the plaintiffs shits.
These whiskey muscles got me on the pump,
Today I'm 'bout to ride an elephant around the southside,
Eat some pussy for lunch.

Because this Ric Flair got me on the swoll, SWOLL!
I'ma catch a million, I'ma buy a BOAT!

Fuckin' rappers, they all dog shit.
They can get on their knees, I need my balls licked.
I need the whip fast, whiplash homeboy,
Get cash, own toys, piss test, NO!
Point blank is I remain the wildest MC in the state.
Catch a quick buzz and I lift up shot for shot try to keep pace.
Put it all together and you'll never find another rapper that will do a show like me.
I do what I want, whenever I feel, walk in the White House I don't even show ID!


I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.

I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.