Myself - Video

Prof released the video for Myself today, May 9 2012.  Enjoy:

He's pretty intense.  That's about how I remember it being when I saw him at the show last summer.

Lyrics here.

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

Gampo Music Video

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

Need Your Love (lyrics)

Produced by 84 Caprice
Full song
Clean version
Music video

Okay
Stophouse!
She's bangin' like a raunchy chick.   <-----  I'm not sure I got that line right.

Walk through the door, tear your shirt off.
Bite your bottom lip, surf's up.
Slide your hand down my chest,
Push me on the couch hard but let me kiss your neck.
Wrap your legs around my waist,
Grab a, bottle of Jameson and put it in my face.
Along with the nipple chaser,
I dig my face right in it like an ostrich.
You so soft, I so hard.
You do deep, I go so far.
You so sweet, I so sour.
I rocketman, I find your star.
Coordinates, five percent to the left.
Speed slow mo, so hold my steps.
I hold firm and send you over.
Your legs quake, you bite my shoulder.

Oh girl, I need your love.
Please stay with me tonight.
I need your love.
Hurry up and get me,
Hurry up and get me,
Hurry up.

Come on girl, can't you see my good foot?
I don't wanna fuck you just because you look good.
I think you're real smart, I see you got some brain.
I don't fuck with them chickens, them chickens all the same.
You want a back rub, in the bath tub?
Want the candles lit, want that ass scrubbed?
Take a look around girl, everything is paid for.
Scoot to the bed, I'll show you what that thing is made for.
I got a queen sized bed, got a king sized appetite,
Plus I got a king sized [ha, ha].
I got a pretty big bedroom, with some good headroom, and you got to really ride [ha].


Oh girl, I need your love.
Please stay with me tonight.
I need your love.
Hurry up and get me,
Hurry up and get me,
Hurry up.

Bet your bottom dollar that I'll come and make you feel good.
I can fill you up to the guts like a meal should.
And you be lookin' hungry, we could use a rubber, I could use you like a bungee.
Looking like some animals, rollin' round the sheets I eat like a cannibal.
Hold up girl, it's the main course.
Giving you everything that you've ever came for.
I don't think that you're aware how much I really need you tonight.
You were meant to be with me.
I know you'll forget all of the shit you've been through, baby let's ride.
Skeddit up, skedda room, skedda bed.
When the night time comes, turn to love.
When the night time comes, it's me and you and sex.

Oh girl,
I need your love.
Please stay with me tonight.
I need your love.
Hurry up and get me,
Hurry up and get me,
Hurry up.

Oooh,
Uh, cookie?
Uh.

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At the end is a short song called Gypsy Airplane.

I Need Your Love music video

First the video:

Some observations:

Prof has some killer chest hair.
84 Caprice looks like he's about to get some.
Fundo shaved?

King Gampo Reviews

I was checking my RSS feed, and came across a post on how Google messed up their feed reader.  In the comments someone recommended NetVibes, which I checked out by searching for King Gampo.  Here's a few things it spit out:

Band Soup

On top of releasing an original hip hop album, I've heard, almost too many times, that Prof's live show is not one to miss. Heralded by numerous top artists, die hard fans, and casual fans that accidentally catch his opening act,  Prof is said to have one of the most fun and electrifying shows in hip hop today. 

Things I Like

When I arrived, I could hear Prof on stage, but decided to take my time checking out the room where the merch tables were set up, and therefore basically missed his whole set.  No big deal, I figured.  At the end of the night (and it was a great night), Prof was outside handing out free copies of King Gampo.  When I listened to it, I realized I'd made a mistake in not seeing this cat live. 

 WhiteRaverRafting

I give you Prof, the rapper that I consider the best that the underground hip hop scene has to offer. He is fresh off the release of his new album King Gampo as well as a tour with Atmosphere, BluePrint, and Dilated People’s Evidence. He is another prodigy out of the Minneapolis area.

Update - A few more reviews:

City Pages - Gimme Noise

The Stophouse rapper's elastic voice covers a lot of ground, gliding from goofy to aggressive to thoughtful and everywhere in between over the course of a full 16 tracks, but he maintains a light-hearted irreverence with every line that manages to make this one of the most fun albums to come out of the often heavy Minneapolis scene. 

As well as their Need Your Love and Gampo video posts.


What I'm Listening To

Yesterday I started listening to the new Soulja Boy album and my head started to hurt.  There was just something about it that seemed very discombobulated.  I had to put on something else on.  Today I put on an album and found the opposite effect.  When you put an album on and it makes your head hurt that tells you something, likewise when you put an album on and that same head starts bobbing you know.  We listen to music for different reasons, but I love that feel good, lift a persons spirits music.  When you can lose yourself in music and just have a good time, that’s success.  Today’s album, as the title states, is Prof’s King Gampo. 

 KZSC Santa Cruz 88.1FM (Put King Gampo at #3 on the top 5 albums of 2011 list)

Sloppy and strange at first, this MC will sneak up on your musical taste buds. He’s energetic, quirky and doesn’t take himself too seriously. 

Free Music Is Awesome 

This guy's not as big of a name as he should be. Sass, smack, and serious skill is what this guy brings to the table....Solid all around album, touching on more serious stuff, to light-hearted, funny junk.  

Examiner - An interview with Prof w/ commentary on King Gampo

Prof:  I’m already kind of self-sustaining as a business.  I could be a little bit better off and pay my bills a little bit better if I just charged $10 for a copy of this latest release.  I could have more money right now, but I’d rather effect a lot of people.  We’ve given out, during this Atmosphere tour and with downloads - it’s been two weeks since it came out - almost 40,000 copies.  Those are huge numbers.  And these are people who are willing to take it.  We’re not just throwing them off skyscrapers.  The plan is to go and make the money touring, the honest, blue-collar way.

Yeah Buddy (lyrics)

Produced by Chickenbone
Full song
Clean version
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You know what the fuck this is.  Not.

Sing it with me now, Budday!  Yeah budday!
If you feel me, Buddy,  Yeah buddy!
Hmm
1
2
3
Go

Champagne falling on 'em.
I got the Gampos on the way, yeah I'm callin' on 'em,
Yah, I'm living life fast like I'm Ramadanin',
And the bully in my pants got a condom on 'em (totally protected, dude).

Champagne falling on 'em.
I got the Gampos on the way, yeah I'm callin' on 'em,
Kicks got the red carpet on the bottom of 'em,
If you want to see a party, that is not a problem.

Pack a little booze, maybe some whiskey for me.
We 'bout to kick it loose, make a couple stories.
Urs we havin' fun? Urs we gettin' crunk?
Put your both hands up, and sing it wit me now.

Budday!  Yeah budday!
If you feel me, Buddy,  Yeah buddy!
Hmm, 1, 2, 3, Go.

Put it in a bag with a little money, little homie, you know that I'ma 'bout to get drinking.
Go to Mickey D's and I see that my beeper little fucker won't stop blinking.
Sorta like, Brrrr tick tick, Brrrr, tick tick, ding ding da ding ding.
Man I'm so cool and so popular all my phone does is go Brrrrrr.

But check it out though, look at these trophies.
Come to the crib, yo, drink forty-oh-zees.
Lift it upside down, and guzzle on and on.
Hey what it smell like, what it look like?
Get daggered on the floor for the first time.
Urs we having fun? Urs we gettin' crunk?
Put your both hands up, and sing it wit me now.

Budday!  Yeah budday!
If you feel me, Buddy,  Yeah buddy!
Hmm, 1, 2, 3, Go.

Oh  my goodness Mr. Hunkle got another round.
We go cheers, hit the table then we put 'em down.
When we're together seems we always end up getting drunk.
Haven't been out for a while, but I'm having fun.

Daddy got a new pair of shoes on 'em (shoes on 'em).
Would you like to fill your shot glasses, we could have a toast.
Daddy got a new pair of shoes on 'em (shoes on 'em).
The whole crew is in this motherfucker buckin' out.

Daddy got a new pair of shoes on 'em (shoes on 'em).
And I don't give a fuck about those motherfuckers over there.
Daddy got a new pair of shoes on 'em (shoes on 'em).
Bitch we in public.

All I wanna do is have a party but they want to have a conversation 'bout the Dalai Lama, I be like, No.
Urs we having fun? Urs we getting crunk?
Put your both hands up, and sing it wit me now.

Budday!  Yeah budday!
If you feel me, Buddy,  Yeah buddy!
Hmm, 1, 2, 3, Go.

Dance little girl, like you the only one.
I've got a perfect little place that I can take you to.
We'll fall in love, have a baby, we could make it three.
But that's the future, right now I want to see you go:

Budday!  Yeah budday!
If you feel me, Buddy,  Yeah buddy!

Oh  my goodness Mr. Hunkle got another round.
We go cheers, hit the table then we put 'em down.
When we're together seems we always end up getting drunk.
Haven't been out for a while, sing it wit me now!

Buddy, Yeah buddy!

Dance little girl......1.
I've got a perfect little.......2.
We fall in love........3.

Ok for real though,
You know what I'm sayin', I'm with my crew, you know what I'm sayin',
We in the strip club with Rick Flair throwing dirty hundreds,
We poppin' bubbly on old folks.

Corner (lyrics)

Produced by Prof and Dillon Parker
Full song
"Clean version" is exactly the same.
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I'm thinkin' about the future, future,
'Cause it's gotta be better than this.
Just right around the corner, corner,
I'll understand what happiness is.

I'm thinkin' about the future, future,
'Cause it's gotta be better than this.
Just right around the corner, corner,
I'll understand what happiness is.
Oh yeah.

I'm thinkin' about the future, future, (the future)
'Cause it's gotta be better than this (than this).
Just right around the corner, corner, (the corner)
I'll understand what happiness is. (yeeeaaaahh)
Oh yeah.

I'm thinkin' about the future, future, (the future)
'Cause it's gotta be better than this (yeah) (than this).
Just right around the corner, corner, (the corner)
I'll understand what happiness is.

I'm thinkin' about the future, the future........better than this.
Right around the corner, I'll finally understand.

Karma (lyrics)

Produced by 84 Caprice
Full song
Clean version
Sort of instrumental (not downloadable, unfortunately)

It's how I got this way, karma's a dangerous game.  Cash out when I'm on top, forgive me, forgive me.
It's how I got this way, karma's a dangerous game.  Cash out when I'm on top, forgive me, forgive me.

I was born on the wrong side of karma, so naturally I have a lot of punishment to dish out.
My position is appointed, so don't get mad at me for giving hell, it is the job I was born with.
Oh this punk here looks too happy, let's take his bike and shoes so he can't cruise past me.
And I'm feeling like shit from my daddy, so tomorrow I'ma fuck with that fat bitch Cassie.
She'll cry in front of the mirror when she gets home, have herself a daughter and make sure she gets pissed on.
Similar to why  my papa got his wrist blown, found him up north in the tub  with the kids gone.
Breath in breath out, be strong.


It's how I got this way, karma's a dangerous game.  Cash out when I'm on top, forgive me, forgive me.
It's how I got this way, karma's a dangerous game.  Cash out when I'm on top, forgive me, forgive me.

Daddy in the cop car, momma in the summer dress, when will we figure out that we have had enough of this.
Nothing is fair so don't expect a refund, each one is his own learn one teach one.
I've learned one taught one, first jump at the age of 9 on the church steps, started with my shirt on,
Return home alone skinny shirtless, I told him I lost it he told me I was worthless.
And if I told you I was angry, would you believe that the next day I knife with me?
Would you believe that I kept it that way, until one day I won an argument and took a life with me?
Papa died on a Wednesday, opened up the shades and sit down and pray,
Make sure sometime this week you whoop a dudes ass, make them understand how the world got this way.


It's how I got this way, karma's a dangerous game.  Cash out when I'm on top, forgive me, forgive me.
It's how I got this way, karma's a dangerous game.  Cash out when I'm on top, forgive me, forgive me.

James Bond Blimp (lyrics)

Produced by Verse One
Full song
Clean version
Youtube

King Gampo!
And I pull up at the Stophouse.
And I pull up at the Stophouse.
Pull up, pull up, Stop, Stophouse.
It's a blimp.  Oh, Seven Blimp.

Lookin' at my swag you'da thought I was a psycho.
This lunar gold makes my chain float nice, though.
Your ugly friend lookin' like she needs lipo.
If I was younger I'd fuck your whole high school.

Mr P  (mr p)
Mr R  (mr r)
Mr O  (oh),  F, steal a car.
Mr P (mr p)
Mr R (mr r)
Mr O (oh), F, steal a car.

The whole crib covered in mirrors.
This way it's easy to find the rapper of the year-ah.
That dude he be like, Oh there I am, again,
With a couple a golden girls, and their younger friends.
Everybody know that my style is impeccable,
Prof is a retard, almost a vegetable.
I'm floatin' in my blimp, and I'm staring in the mirror,
Diamonds, crystal clear, man, man.

It's a blimp, Oh, Seven blimp.
I'ma just pull up ice iceberg tint.  (berg tint)
It's, it's a blimp, Oh, Seven blimp.
It's a James Bond Blimp.

And I pull up at the Stophouse.
And I pull up at the Stophouse.
Pull up, pull up, Stop, Stophouse.
It's a blimp, Oh Seven Blimp.

Wake up all covered in women.
Money all over the floor, I hear a fat lady singin'.
Got the Benji's, they wit me, all of the hookers they bouncin'.
Just updated all of my food stamps, flippin' and countin'.
Infested lower intestine,
Had a Smith & Wessen but I traded it for a Lexus.
Now I'm deep sea diving, and I'm deep sea flexin'.
Pen pal'n 'em peace chain with a medallion.
Maybe Clark Kent, I'ma pull up iceberg tint.
Uuhhhhh, that's a nice Benz.
How'd you get the inside all peppermint?
Everybody in the parking lot all come together,

And we do the Daffy Duck, (duck)  Lean and reclining.
And we do the Daffy Duck, (duck)  Lean and reclining.
And we do the Daffy Duck, (duck)  Lean and reclining.
Lean and reclining, lean, lean and reclining.

I'm floatin' in my blimp and I'm starin' in the mirror,
Diamonds crystal clear, man, man.

It's a blimp, Oh, Seven blimp.
I'ma just pull up ice iceberg tint. (berg tint)
It's, it's a blimp, Oh, Seven blimp.
It's a James Bond Blimp.

And I pull up at the Stophouse.
And I pull up at the Stophouse.
Pull up, pull up, Stop, Stophouse.
It's a blimp, Oh Seven Blimp.

T Shine
Two gallon margarita, in the two seater with a caramel senorita.
She's pregnant, don't trip, Gucci baby between the hip.
Thirty days of a good idea watching Shark Week.
Rolling in the sea breeze, slimy in the carp seat.
Money in the high beams, tuna in the back seat,
Dennis Rodman driving, man.

Aye, Grap that statue, Trade it for a Lexus.
All my Gucci bullets, Trade it for a Lexus.
I done and took my passport,
Trade it for a Lexus, trade it for a Lexus, trade it, trade it for a Lexus.

My Mother-Fuckin' Moustache, Trade it for a Lexus.
All my Gucci bullets, Trade it for a Lexus.
I done a took my passport,
Trade it for a Lexus, trade it for a Lexus, trade it, trade it for a Lexus.

'Scuse me, can I make a little announcement?
First I make my shoulder lean, then I keep it bouncin',

And we do the Daffy Duck, (duck)  Lean and reclining.
And we do the Daffy Duck, (duck) Lean and reclining.
Everybody do the Daffy Duck, (duck) Lean and reclining.
Lean and reclining, lean, lean and reclining.

I'm floatin' in my blimp and I'm starin' in the mirror,
Diamonds crystal clear, man, man.

It's a blimp, Oh, Seven blimp.
I'ma just pull up ice iceberg tint. (berg tint)
It's, it's a blimp, Oh, Seven blimp.
It's a James Bond Blimp.

And I pull up at the Stophouse.
And I pull up at the Stophouse.
Pull up, pull up, Stop, Stophouse.
It's a blimp, Oh Seven Blimp, blimp, blimp.

The Season (lyrics)

Produced by 84 Caprice and Dillon Parker.
Full song
Clean version
Instrumental

Born in the ghetto, Young white boy not a dolla dolla bill but a momma that'll work for it.
Hard boy with a soft side, seen a little bocka bocka (bang bang) life on the southside.
My views have changed from where I came from, When you seen a man die right under the same sun.
I ain't a G, I ain't ride or die, but I will knock a mother fucker out if he try.
So eat off me, I'm running a crew. I ain't hard but I'm willing to bet I'm harder than you.
Some of the best people that I've met in life, push weight and come home at night to kiss their wife, yeah.
Ain't it funny how the world can go? Haters last year be at the front row of the shows.
I've seen time fly, slowly, I've let people forget what they owe me.
I ain't saying that I'm O.G. but I bet you know me, I'm the dude people know closely.
Mr one oh be done Cahobie. Prof's on the mic, if there's better, just show me.

Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.

I ain't fucking round no more, this is my life.  Fuck nice, I've already tried being polite.
So I'm a grab a whip, grab a gun, grab a knife, And I'm a roll around 'n stick up everything in sight.
Everybody throw your hands in the sky. If you're ready to rob then I'm ready to ride.
Everybody throw your hands in the sky. If you're ready to rob then I'm ready to ride.
My whole life is quite right here. If I don't blow I know I'll be nice right here.
But what eats me a live to see these MC flies suck dick and get a piece of the pie, like.
I got envy for one reason, for me to show these MCs it's the season.
When you dap me up I see nothing but fear. Like every MC I've leap frogged my whole career.
So it's young Prof with a rifle and a notebook, cold crook,stick 'em up, I got 'em so shook.
They need a rapper that's as different as them all. I think it's time I come around and answer their call.

Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.

Keep my eyes open, I was born to wake up, it's a new day like Good morning, Jacob.
Good morning sunshine, people blind to the fact I'm more than one side.
People try so hard to understand me. I'd like to tell 'em, bitch please don't.
'Cause I'm a different man every single day, and I will say all the stuff that they probably won't.
I've made up my mind, I'm ready to break laws.
I'm ready to sacrifice, ready to take off.
I'm ready to blow away anybody trying to get between me and mine.  Ya feel me?

Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.

James Bond Blimp (fan video)

I put together a few pictures for "James Bond Blimp" feat. MTV Riff Raff:

King Gampo CD Release Show at 1st Ave Main Room

I drove from Salt Lake City 20 hours up to Minneapolis just for the show.  Prof gave me a re-tweet when I put that out.

He did 20 songs from what I remember:  (not in order)

I Dry Heave (Project Gampo)
Animal
Rules
Elephant
Terminator
Figured Out
Horses in the Ghetto
Fire
A Month From Now
Anomaly
Yeah Buddy
Daughter
Peep Show
President
Karma
Whiskey
Myself
On My Way
James Bond Blimp
Minnesota Nice  (free download here)

And on top of all that, when he did "Horses in the Ghetto", St Paul Slim came out for his part.  For "Daughter" Brother Ali was there, and for "Minnesota Nice" Slug was jumping all over the stage.  It was pretty fuckin' awesome.

The last song he did was "President" and during the song he and DJ Fundo showered those around the stage with one dollar bills.

This isn't my video, but it's close to where I was at.  Go to 3:50 to see the rain.

This album has some good pictures.  I think it's public, if not let me know.  The first about 50 pictures are of the 1st ave show.

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

Epic Watermelon

Prof did a bit on a popular video from The Amazing Race a year ago. 

Bitch!  

You probably deserved that shit.

It was an epic watermelon.

It hurt my face badly.

I thought I was slinging the shot, and then the shot had me.

My middle class ass didn't know what I was doing.

Now I'm heading back to the mini-van, and I'm drooling.

Soccer practice canceled.

No dinner tonight.

Cancel the plans, I'll be sucking my husband's dick in the light.

Like my child-bearing stomach, my face is kinda mushy.

I need a sofa, Oprah, herbal tea and fat free cookie.

Prof.

I didn't really deserve this.

I haven't had shots to face like that since college.

Anomaly (lyrics)

Produced by Cory Grindberg.
Full song
Clean version


I feel like I've got elephant tusks.  I'm hellafied bonafide kentucky fried, I'm nuts, what?
And I'm staying lubricated daily.  Slip my dick in to whatever it fit in, I'm crazy.
Holy moshpit, osh kosh bagosh it's, completely retarded the size my crotch gets.
I'm pooping, on rappers, not only pooping but poop scooping and vacuming those bastards.
Push, pull, let's give it a go.  Go to the limit, I'm a living animal.
I'm a motherfucking hustler, and I'm married to the game, I take her out to eat and then I fuck her.
Rollin down the block inm y bucycle.  Steady smoking on my mon's white widow.
I'm as about as fly as it gets.  So fly that basically I'm on top of shit.


Wake up world.  Time to work out.  Turn the lights on, wake up girl.
Whoo, Ooh, ooh, yeah.  Whoo ooh ooh, yeah.  Whoo ooh ooh yeah.  Let's go to work.
Wake up world, Time to work out, turn the lights on, wake up girl.
Whoo, Ooh, ooh, yeah.  Whoo ooh ooh, yeah.  Whoo ooh ooh yeah.  Let's go to work.


I'm so rick ross, I'm such a big boss, I got 'em hating on me, they must be pissed off.
Young prof is something that youv'e never seen.  I swear to god I've been the best since I was seventeen.
You a bald man, I'm a rock band, you a choir boy, I'm a boss man.
Motherfucker, I'm a small economy, arguably I'm a rarity, considered an ANOMALY.
You're so gumshoe, I'm in your face like a front tooth, better rocognize when I come through.
The whole crew fights.  Taste an uppercut up in the jaw and get elevated to new heights.
Young prof hop out the coupe, so damn fresh man, I'm smelling like juice.
Mother fucking unbelievable even though I'm achieving all these things that's unachievable.


Wake up world.  Tim to work out.  Turn the lights on, wake up girl.
Whoo, Ooh, ooh, yeah.  Whoo ooh ooh, yeah.  Whoo ooh ooh yeah.  Let's go to work.
Wake up world, Time to work out, turn the lights on, wake up girl.
Whoo, Ooh, ooh, yeah.  Whoo ooh ooh, yeah.  Whoo ooh ooh yeah.  Let's go to work.


Best white rapper in a decade, swagger similar to larry bird plus an essay
Really prof is getting silly.  Flow is so damn cold chili willy
Cock swoll snot nosed looking hood rat.  I be like dylan please rerecord me, where the cush at
High school haters pay the price.  You pussies come around me then you bros get iced.
I'm a dead man walking.  Best MC that you seen out of coffin.
In other words I believe that I'm awesome, possum, bounce on the track like a problem.
Swallow MC's twenty-four seven.  Like a hungry clock I'll go back four seconds.
Look at me I'm filthy.  If you would like to be better I suggest you kill me.

Took darling to the crib for a meal.  Curtains were drawn, but the furniture was real.
The food was great the talk was small.  The boobs were fake, I kept my socks on.
Dumb dadda, Young prof is in the Ramada.  Come swalla pina cum-lada.  That is something don't run outta.
So until manana, in my Sonata give me mama I can beat the buns outta.

Yeah, keep it on the hustle.  See ya in the morning, [yeah] see ya in the morning. [Let's go to work.]
Yeah, keep it on the hustle.  See ya in the morning, [yeah] see ya in the morning.  [Let's go to work.]

Ya'll talking about, bitch!
Find an MC better than me right now.
I will personally deliver a gift-wrapped fuckin' flyin' pig with a diamond fuckin' bow on top, bitch.
Diamond encrusted pieces.
Ain't too many mother fuckers fuckin' with me right now, real talk.
Diamond encrusted pieces.
In't this the greepleh (?)

Yeah, snitches,
Man, I try to be humble, motherfucker.

Gampo (lyrics)

Produced by Noearth.
Full song
Clean version
Music video
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?????????????

Gampo, Gampo, Gampo...

A fuck you.

You can find me stiff,
Like a samurai, on a llama ride, down a water-slide, getting sodomized.
I'm a wallaby, I'm a king of a colony,
By the way I'm wil'n 'out you would think I just won the lottery.
Bling, gold chain, bling, I am king of America.
I've had this dream as a kid and I'm living it

Change topics.

I would like that yellow-boned girl in my office,
With a little miniature giraffe and some chocolates.
We could put a skyscraper where my garage is,
'Vator to the top and give each other massages.
I don't give a fuck about your opinion,
I'm in a tub fucking with a couple ticklish women.
I'm a gampo, I've been so since the beginning,
And if you're thinking different, I'll get to kidnapping your children.
Why you staring at me like I'm from neptune,
Drinking with my pet loon in your dad's guest room.
Everywhere I go I get looks,
Like you motherfuckers never seen a crook.

Tell 'em if they're curious, they can ride all night on the low, on the low.
Tell 'em if they're curious, they can tag along on for the show, but tell 'em this:
Tell 'em I'm a gampo, oh, oh, oh ee oh!
I'm a gampo!
Yeah, I'm a gampo, oh, oh, oh, ee oh,
A gampo, I'm a fool.

Prof, Prof, you're so rude and embarrassing,
And they're so well behaved in comparison
PBR poppin', e'erybody watchin',
Yeah we in public, nah we ain't stopping.
bling, gold chain, bling, I am king of America.
I've had this dream as a kid and I'm living it.

Change topics.

Uncle Prof sit back and get shitty,
While I unlock a big fresh pair of titties.
King Gampo, fresh as a brizzy,
Sick as a disease, best in the cities.
How my pinky ring got my shoes mad?
Looking down at them motherfuckers like too bad.
Similar to why my jeans pissed off.
My whip so hard, got my dick soft.
Candy breeze looking like a shellfish.
I do what the fuck I want, can't help it.
Everywhere I go I get looks,
Like you motherfuckers never seen a crook.

Tell 'em if they're curious, they can ride all night on the low, on the low.
Tell 'em if they're curious, they can tag along on for the show, but tell 'em this:

Tell 'em I'm a gampo, oh, oh, oh ee oh!
I'm a gampo!
Yeah, I'm a gampo, oh, oh, oh, ee oh,
A gampo, I'm a fool.


Get dumb like me, we gonna get our shots on,
I can knock your socks off, we don't need to talk long.
Dumb like me, you can ride shotgun,
Drink until we talk wrong, man I love this.
Bling, gold chain, bling, I am king of America.
I've had this dream as a kid and I'm living it.
Get stupid:
We going dumb dumb dumb, [oh my god] this is stupid.
Dumb dumb dumb, this is stupid.
Dumb dumb dumb, this is stupid.
We going dumb dumb dumb, this is stupid.

I'm drunk climbing trees, I'm dancing in the club,
I'm buying alcohol for kids, man I'm getting love.
All the gampos take over the public,
Welcome to America.
Where you at bitch?
We in public, We in public, We in public, Where you at bitch?
We in public, We in public, We in public,

Tell 'em if they're curious, they can ride all night on the low, on the low.
Tell 'em if they're curious, they can tag along on for the show, but tell 'em this.

Tell 'em I'm a gampo, oh, oh, oh ee oh!
I'm a gampo!
Yeah, I'm a gampo, oh, oh, oh, ee oh,
A gampo, I'm a fool.

What is a Gampo?

Gampo
definition: someone who does weird crazy shit.

Prof recently explained on Facebook Twitter that he and some friends knew a guy awhile back who was a little off and did all sorts of crazy stuff, and the name originated there. I have limited internet access for the time being but I'll look it up this weekend and update this post.

Update:

I found the backstory Prof gave for Gampo, in three parts-

gampo was a brief childhood friend of mine. along with the homie dariush akbari. (still close with him) but gampo was one of the gnarliest mother fuckers out. he was hella retarded. stealing shit. eating shit. influenced by peer pressure, he would do the craziest shit. when he left, we started calling each other gampo. if we'd do something buck, or get BIG, we'd be getting GAMPO

From these three tweets: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Update #2:

Gampo is a Tibetan name, and Prof's friend was from that region (north India, Nepal, southwest China).

KING GAMPO IS OUT

And It's Free

Youtube announcement by Prof, DJ Fundo, Slug, Ant and I don't know the name of the guy at 1:04, HERE.

Slug:
"It's worth a million pennies and a bag of weed, but it's free."  [nose pick]

Part of King Gampo is Online See Post Above ^

Peep Show

On My Way

Whiskey

Gampo

Karma


If you listen to all of Karma you'll hear a line recycled from Let Me In, "poppa died on a wednesday, open up the shades and sit down and pray."

And here's the beat that 84 Caprice did for the song Karma. Long-time fans will remember that Prof has been planning to do a song with it for a couple of years now.  I remember it wasn't too long after Recession Music that he mentioned it (don't remember where) and I was looking forward to it on KVP2, but it wasn't there.

84 Caprice has a lot of good stuff at SoundCloud and his bandcamp page.