Absolutely

I thought I'd put in a plug for Prof's first album, Absolutely.  It's on Amazon, $7 for 22 tracks.

My picks from that album are:

Bring It Up
Stay On Course
Float
Same Change
Let Me In

Prof - An Autobiography of Sorts

There are a few songs where Prof really goes into his past.  Listen to these to find out where he comes from:

Absolutely
Float
Let Me In

Project Gampo
Mother

Kaiser Von Powderhorn
Baby Jacob

Recession Music
Fire

King Gampo
Karma
Myself

Float (lyrics)

I'm not an MC murderer, I just kill a lot.
Ripped the spot, call me Mr. rips a lot, kill the block.
Whether I am ill or not,
Better tie your fill or not.
By my chest 'cause you can't stop'em movin' cinderblock.
With the loose lip, candy's round up pool sticks.
Straight up stupid, eagles made of bruises.
And my momma always told me I can do this.
Chase my dreams, high beams, momma I can choose this.
Who rips better than me, I'll let 'em enter the dream,
And see what I breath and feel what I see.
At the age of 15, a man in me, had to be born to protect my family.
But now he's asking me, and now I'm askin' back,
How we gonna put this fire out, ask 'em that.
I'll be the first one there, my sister will be the next to show,
Whose next to join the Lake and Cedar festival.
So burn, baby, burn. We don't need no water, let the mother-fucker burn.
And another mothers turn, to turn the other cheek.
To learn by yourself and survive by the week,
But I'm alive on the street where the talk is cheap.
And sick of swimmin' bitch I float.

Whoa, the days are bright,
But when I sleep got the moon at night.
And when I wake got another day,
Whoa-oo-oooah.
Learn from mistakes.
I got pictures in my pockets,
Got money for good causes.
Ah la la la la la la la la laaaaaaaaaah.

So now my poppa's gone again,
Gone like a lotta men.
Still got family, but no house to put my problems in.
And once again I'm a nomad.
I hold that cold, vocab, and make cold raps.
I hold that to myself.
I sing a song of an eagle with his wings clipped,
A man who has been stripped.
Seven years welfare, single mother, four children, college, we don't need no help here.
Show me the definition of some hard work.
I'll show you my mother livin' on this hard earth, but,
Yes, What a success,
Four kids raised in the best of the best.
And Anastasia, you can count on me,
Give you the strength that I have found in me.
And probably I can be the man,
That raised you and brought you up with his bare hands, but,
Yes, You can rest in peace,
I'm finally the strong man he meant me to be,
And effortlessly, he taught a lesson to me.
Nothin' in life is penalty free.
And I've gladly paid my dues,
I'm waiting for the sunshine to come around and shine my shoes.

Whoa,
The day's are bright,
But when I sleep got the moon at night.
And when I wake got another day.
Whoa-o-oh, learn from mistakes.
I got pictures in my pockets,
Got money for good causes.
Ah la la da da da da da da da da da daaaaaah.

Stay On Course (lyrics)

Full song

Everyone I come across is trying to rap now.
Come on baby, come on baby.
Wanna ride the train, jump on my back now.
Come on baby, come on baby.
All ya gotta do is pack your bags now.
Come on baby, come on baby.
Work out (work that), work out (get it done), work out (whatta do), work out (work it).

Oh my god, oh my good lord.
Look at what we got here, best stay on course.
Start thinking like an animal,
Please look me up inside your catalog.
Red alert, red alert!
Who do you think is your next senator?
Baby it's so easy, believe me, seen it on TV, have you beansin beansin'
A little bit'll have you screamin'.
Pack your bags, jump on the train,
Make sure you're fastened, throw off the brakes.
I'll turn it out, no doubt,
Put 'em out, with a cloud, I'll run this house.
A little bit of fun, we’ll run with the chickens,
Get to Paul Bunyon's house.
Knock on the door, let's see who it is.
It's your P. R. O. F. neighbor and shit.
And yes I'm caterin' this, delayed till the majorly hits,
I'll park like paisley yits, hi, I was amazingly ripped.
Whuh?

Everyone I come across is trying to rap now.
Come on baby, come on baby.
Wanna ride the train, jump on my back now.
Come on baby, come on baby.
All ya gotta do is pack your bags now.
Come on baby, come on baby.
Work out (work that), work out (get it done), work out (whatta do), work out (work it).

Who's that crew with the funky jive,
Let 'em know Prof's alright fuckin' live,
Entertain, ragin, blazin, on stages, amazing braces,
Caucasians,
God damn this shit is blazin', its simply amazin',
Rainin' on my wood brainin'.
Switchin' lanes in,
My huffy, boom box's bangin',
I'm a big box star, mother-fuck'll leave ya hanging.
A little bit of rhetoric, never knowin' any etiquitte,
Better never let me down,
These better get sounds,
Repetitive, through a relative like a sedative.
Better get lost, I'll take that frost,
Stomp-ooh-flost, cosmonauts.
Rahz is tops, call the cops! (Call some, 9-1-1)
I've witnessed naked kissin' kittens in my kitchen,
Doing dishes.
You know the flow is vicious,
You know I'm catchin' fishes.
I stay cut up from the rug up and I'm fuckin' bitches.
Oh no, jump on the train, everybody do the hokey pokey, make your name.

Everyone I come across is trying to rap now.
Come on baby, come on baby.
Wanna ride the train, jump on my back now.
Come on baby, come on baby.
All ya gotta do is pack your bags now.
Come on baby, come on baby.
Work out (work that), work out (get it done), work out (whatta do), work out (work it).

It's bananas, is cameras, is bliss, I'm landing on top of these kids.
My bandit Bang-a-rang, Orangatang, Jump!
Bump, bump, bump, what's that sound in the trunk.
This is illegal on Lake Calahoon, punks.
Grab your motorcycles and rifles, we on a mission.
Knockin' on your block so hard from the beginning.
Listen to the south side traveler, south side, that's how I ride over amateurs.
I've been tested and schooled,
Raised by grizzlies and wolves, to make y'all look like fools,
And you're so cool.

Give me my knapsack,
Where are my raps at.
I need some ass cap.
I'm moving past that.

Let Me In (Lyrics)

Full song (the full song has a second part for which I haven't transcribed the lyrics)

I sing it, and she comes up and goes by my ear and goes something like this:

I've knocked so hard, why don'tcha let me in.
I've fought so long, it's part of my skin.
And this is my life, these are my goals.
Hardest life, my answers shows.

I've knocked so hard, why don'tcha let me in.
I've fought so long, it's part of my skin.
And this is my life, these are my goals.
Hardest life, my answers shows.

Street presence, you can find me 'round the corner.
Double dutch, ice cream truck, jump these motherfuckers.
Take their bike, I'll watch, we'll put it in my garage,
Sell it for 30 and put 15 in my sock.
Buy some baseball cards, and get off scott-free,
Until my daddy finds my, whoops me till I can't breathe.
And poppa died on a Wednesday, open up the shades, and sit down and pray.
Slow down and numb yourself home-boy, you gotta eat something,
Gotta keep walking we'll make it someday.

And this is my life, these are my goals, hardest life my answers shows.
I've knocked so,

And we didn't have a penny, I was emptyin' my pockets,
Take the bus, come home to drippy faucets.
Drive by's in the day-time, last breath, life losts, Sarah, and I've witnessed life's costs.
Died in the arms of a white woman, Miss Deleahscolly with a stranger with his life tookin'.

I've knocked so hard, why don'tcha let me in.
I've fought so long, it's part of my skin.
And this is my life, these are my goals.
Hardest life, my answers shows.

Misc Prof/Rahz Reviews and Interviews

1st Ave show review - City Pages (April 2013)

Prof interview - City Pages Cover Story (April 2013)

Prof story/interview - Vita.MN (April 2013, reprinted in the Star Tribune)

Prof interview - Mezzic.com (July 2012)

Project Gampo review (City Pages) (Dec 2007)