Elephant (lyrics)

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Prof, Prof, Prof
Mother fucker I'm on some different shit
Prof,

Bitch, I'm in the mall,
Runnin' around witcha mom 'n them,
Still wonderin' what the muhfuckin' problem is.
Young P on the seat on a rocketship,
Socks with moccasins,  bitch, watch this shit,
Check it check it out, I'm illegal,
Your whole team throw brick when you free throw,
If a motherfucker tells me that he really wants it,
I'ma buck out like Al Pacino,
Chillin' out on the motherfuckin porch with the torch, in the short,
Man you know I'm a realist.
If you really want to know who's a chump when I pose at the show,
You know what the deal is.
I buck out hard, they tell me I'm retarded,
Consider me guilty regardless of the charges,
Eh Prof already done it, man I'm marvelous.
Hey, fuck the club, man, tell me where the bar is.

Can you believe that,
I got a mean chick,
I got the goons with me,
I got to live young,
I got the pimp in me,
I got the city jumpin'
I got the midwest,
Hey!

Elephant style, my balls all swoll,
Don't tell me I'm a big deal, Awreddy know,
Hey turn the music up,
Lie till your teeth hurt,
Been there done that, got the T-shirt,
Tick tick tick tick ticky tick tock,
If you're looking for a chair you can sit on my cock.
What's that, a tattoo, girl?
K fresh, how'n that assasin girl.
You're a-10? I'm a-10.
Let's get together we can be bed friends,
I'ma up on my mind,
Give me something to do,
Whisper in your boy's ear, it could all come true.
I pinch your baby fat, summin' like a penny,
I dont' need another shot, I got em' good and plenty.
You can tell how I limp, I'm all rainy.
Good and gone, girl, You lookin' good like a tenny.


Can you believe that,
I got a mean chick,
I got the goons with me,
I got to live young,
I got the pimp in me,
I got the city jumpin'
I got the midwest,
Hey!

Big Pof bitch, chillin' like a buffalo,
Moving around America, something like the Navajo,
I got the thick skin,
I'm T-Tonka,
Cruisin' like a slab,
Go ahead and tell your momma,
I was like, I was like,he was like,
Ding ding ding ding ding ding dong,
Prof at the door with a big ding dong.
Ding dong, got my mink on, make it wet, turn your sink on.
Hang on, can I bang on,
You know what it is, in the trunk is King Kong.
Elephant style, my balls all swoll,
Dont' tell me I'm a big deal, Aarreddy know
Eh turn the music up, lie till your teeth hurt,
Been there, done that, got the T-shirt,

Can you believe that,
I got a mean chick,
I got the goons with me,
I got to live young,
I got the pimp in me,
I got the city jumpin'
I got the midwest,
Hey!

Buck out, get retarded!
Buck out, get retarded!
Buck out, get retarded!
Buck out!

Hostage (lyrics)

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Bitch, I'm completely fuckin' retarded.
Swervin' through the lanes at a game like I'm carsick.
Rose up, myself, with no misstep,
He tell me I'm and best and I ain't even rich yet.
Yeah, ain't nobody like me,
Fruity MCs filled with Hi C,
Down syndrome up in my IV,
Bucking like a muh-fuckuh, getting cryphy.
Pound for pound, I'll match with anybody.
On the track, it's a fact, bitch, tell me something.
I flowedja backwards, ass first, you botox douchbag rappers.
When they see that cold god row by they like Oh my!
Prof, when the album drop?
Tell 'em to hold tight.
And don'tcha know I got the studio jumpin?
The CD's a miracle, Gampo Two's comin'.

Ya got that, [Hey!]
Ya got that, [Hey!]
Ya got that, [Hey!]
Ya got that, [Hey!]
Ya got that, [Hey!]
Ya got that, [Hey!]

Konechy-wa, snitch.
Prof's about to break your jaw, bitch.
And there ain't anybody here saw shit.
And don't make me up and leave with the hostage.
I'm extra diesel, best believe I likes you people.
Ya'll felt up, I'm untouchable like a nest of eagles.
You're Rin-Tin-Tin.
Young Prof is a gampo king pin, let it sink in.
I'm an almighty artifact, intact, in fact put your skin back from the impact.
Get it straight bitch, I'm tougher than nails.
Can't fail, made from sperm, out da cup in the grails.
Holy as shit, holy shit, I'm as cold as it gets.
Open you up, like a muzzle with clips.
I'm Indiana Jones coated with chrome.
Ball sack, come on we’ll be back for dinner at home.

Ya got that, [Hey!]
Ya got that, [Hey!]
Ya got that, [Hey!]
Ya got that, [Hey!]
Ya got that, [Hey!]
Ya got that, [Hey!]

Yeah, I'm hard fluoride, 
Four eyes couldn't even see her short sides.
Her short guys on the seats courtside.
While I'm in the game plan.
I'll let this stretch so beat the fuck up,
You would have thought it was a gang bang.
That's what it is, bitch.
Prof puts together just like a fist is.
Trick rip, me clean morphine,
Your whole crew is donuts, I am tired of the whole scene.
And you've been hit by a smooth criminal.
Prof is in the kitchen eating vitamins and minerals.
Prof is in the mall, hitting on women in intervals.
Prof is getting into fights like he is invincible.
Kaiser Von Powderhorn, I’ma General.

Yeah, Ya got that, [Hey!]
Ya got that, [Hey!]
Ya got that, [Hey!]
Ya got that, [Hey!]

Terminator (lyrics)

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You know what the fuck this is.

Eh, just be easy man, I think I forgot how good I was.

Push and shove, when it comes down to that, bitch I'll fuck you up.

Uppercut. Take you to back of the shed and then I'll cut you up,

Into little pieces like Reeses, man that should hush you up.

Just when they get to thinking that I am a party boy

I'll let my hands fly, summin' like an army boy.

I bring the circus, call me Prof the carny boy.

Arm me boy, calling all y'all to try and find me boy!

Bitch, you can't fuck with this!

Ever seen nuts like this?

Ever seen 20 below make a rapper's skin as tough as this?

I've had enough of this.

I'm seize a snuffle-ufagous.

And when those rappers meet me, they lookin' like they kind of scared,

Kind of like I'll pick them up and throw them down a flight of stairs.

Rappin' just like a mad man, damn man.

Eh, that's all I know.

Buckin' out, handin' out eye protection before my shows.

And me and Rahz nothing but a pair of assholes.

I'm the flyest of all time, Pterodactyl.

You're a trashy lawn tire.

I'm literally on fire.

Bon fire. You're in the seats.

I am the umpire.

Hot sex, gun fights, Uzis, Jacuzzis.

Jumpin' outta helicopters.

Keepin bear in cuzies.

Seven thousand volts,

Keep your finger on my pulse,

I'll be swimmin' in them throats.

Bitch, believe I'm on a boat.

Yeah.

Swimmin’ through your city limits in minutes I'm eating spinach.

Cock eyed, pop eye, soft guy, I think he's finished.

I'm sick, best believe it's untreatable.

Even though your ride with me, I'll throw you out the vehicle.

You're livin’ for your tax cut, I'm livin’ like a mack truck

Swerving through the lanes,

Face down, trick ass up.

There is only one Prof,

Accept no impersonators.

I'll show up and serve them later,

Terminator.

Animal (Lyrics)

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I was like...
Bo bo boooo, da bu dabu daaaaah, dabu daaaahh,
I'm an animal.
Bo bo boooo, da bu dabu daaaaah, dabu daaaahh,
Whah dey call me? I'm an animal.
Bo bo boooo, da bu dabu daaaaah, dabu daaaahh,
I'm an animal.
Bo bo boooo, da bu dabu daaaaah, dabu daaaahh,
What they call me, I'm an animal.

 I’m in the game to win seabreeze.
Crawlin’ like a kid.
Feeling like a crocodile, looking for a chicken.
Absolutely, I'm a hyena,
A track factory, like I work in Chi-Yeena.
I'm the coolest muh-fucker you've ever seen
I smell like potpourri when I ain't’ even clean.
Last man standing, first man home.
I’m a clever motherfucker, call me Sherlock Holmes.
I rap lethal, a clickety clack.
Would you believe I game spit, about as good as I rap.
And I been looking for a rapper as good as your boy here.
Still can’t find him and I swear I have no idea.
I’m at your shows and I’m snoozing like a possum.
You're at my shows like, "This is totally awesome."
Powderhorn trick, yeah I’ll rep my hood, 
I plan to live forever, so far so good.

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 I'm in the club, fist pumpin’ like a champion.
Prof is on the radio.
Mushroom stamped in them.
I'm constipated, I don’t give a shit, live a woman, fuck a bitch
Prof is such a hypocrite.
Line 'em up, look 'em down, pick 'em up, take ‘em out, 
hit ‘em up. lay it on, take it off, start again.
Line 'em up, look 'em down, pick 'em up, take ‘em out, 
hit ‘em up. lay it on, take it off.
I'm heavy as a hippopato, 
That hit the lotto.
Blast off to Apollo. 
That instamatto.
P is for pelican.
R is for rabbit.
I'm fly, I'm fast, I stack cabbage.
O is for oxen.
F is for falcon.
I'm in between all of these animals, like Malcolm.
And fuck the record sales I ain’t even countin’.
Just when you turn it up,
Make sure this shit's bouncin'.

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 There was an animal, 
Prof was his name-oh.
Bingo, wonder why I move like a gringo.
Got a little dance and it goes like this, yo.
Start lined up like someone shooting a free throw.
Line em up, look em down, pick em up, take em out, 
hit em up, lay it on, take it off, start again.
Line em up, look em down, pick em up, take em out, 
hit em up, lay it on, take it off, start again.
Line em up, look em down, pick em up, take em out, 
hit em up, lay it on, take it off, start again.
Line em up, look em down, pick em up, take em out, 
hit em up, lay it on, take it off, start again.
Line em up, look em down, pick em up, take em out, 
hit em up, lay it on, take it off, start again.
Line em up, look em down, pick em up, take em out, 
hit em up, lay it on, take it off now.

 --hook--

 I'm running I'm jumpin’ I'm swimming I'm climbing.
I'm flying.
Yeah.
Kaiser Von Powderhorn 2
Snitch
Broadcasting live.
Minneapolis minnesnowta.
Deeeeh.  Ooowup.

Animal (video)

Figured Out (lyrics)

Produced by Dillon Parker and 84 Caprice
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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.

Figured Out

Here's another.  
Prof has does a certain type of song that really sticks out to me, Let Me In, Motor, Mother, Baby Jacob.  He moves away from the partying and revelry toward something calm, sincere, perhaps with some urgency in it.  And it comes out a little again in Figured Out.


It takes a little bit to figure you out,
You're broken, you're flat, you're weak.


He completely slams anyone who is false, pretentious, haughty, etc.


You treat other girls like a piece of shit, you piece of shit!
So obsessed at the top of the clique.


Most of the song he's singing like in A Month From Now, but in Figured Out there are a few lines that he raps.  


It's a high quality piece of work.  Get it here.  Get the whole EP here.