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.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
I Met Prof
Prof was in Salt Lake City March 29th and did a show at Kilby Court, and The Urban Lounge.
He did about 8 songs, from memory, Down Dirty, Figured Out, Animal, Elephant, Rules, Superstyle, and Hostage. I talked to him for a minute or two, he seemed busy and I didn't want to get in the way.
He did about 8 songs, from memory, Down Dirty, Figured Out, Animal, Elephant, Rules, Superstyle, and Hostage. I talked to him for a minute or two, he seemed busy and I didn't want to get in the way.
Figured Out (lyrics)
Produced by Dillon Parker and 84 Caprice
Full song
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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.
Full song
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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.
Friday, April 09, 2010
Fire (lyrics)
Full song
Music video
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14 shotguns, a bottle of booze,
Pickle in the middle aint no time to lose,
I got a mean bitch over on the side with the crew,
So if you're girl's talkin' shit she can get get some too.
And when your flow goes like a faucet,
Often, so easy I'm nauseous,
I need it hot, when will they learn,
We don't need no water let the mother fucker burn!
So where's the great white hype out the south side,
Moby dick MC got your mouth wide.
And can I formally make an apology,
On behalf of rap, it's wack, honestly.
Compare me to an air fleet,
Dazzling air speed,
Kill care free in my bare feet.
I relax and take a deep breath,
May the whole world crumble you are on my steps.
Fire!
And I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
Fire!
And I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
I pop like a kernal,
I'm earning my seed,
Hot like a burner, I'm determined,
I'm certain I'm G.
Certain to be top of the earth determinately.
Like personally, all ya'll prolly all heard of me.
God damn it, a mammoth hammer and an anvil can't fill the fuckin' pants I'm in.
Big P is a hustlin' champion,
Like pan handlin' from Madison to Champalin.
Party animal, I'm the peoples champion.
You can't sleep on me like you need some Ambien;
you can't believe that the north star is handlin' the game
I am a globe trotter travelin'.
I am everything sick in the world wrapped up in one.
I am my fathers son.
He made a deal with the devil
And I'm in the next room watchin' them shake hands.
I knew I'm next up for trouble
So I followed behind him to get this chance!
Fire!
And I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
Fire!
And I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
And his own to each his,
I am reborn manifested pheonix.
No less than Jesus,
Jesus Christ, I'm nice, I mean this.
I am a murderer,
I'm a rapist.
I am at one time in five places.
Without live traces,
I am in and out your house with about 5 cases.
Full throttle, empty bottle, ain no other pace
When I die I'll be face down drowned up in Ricky's lake.
I'll make your piggy break, piggy swear I'm really great,
Hold my beer, bitch, while I piss a lake.
So I signed on the line,
Prof is the best rapper of his time.
You never sinned? Well I wish you well.
Mother Fucker! I'll see you in Hell!
Fire!
And I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
Fire!
And I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
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.
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.
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)
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)
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Find Prof Around the Internets
Gold Teeth (lyrics)
Full song
So Atlanta
So Atlanta put your gold teeth up, go to Minneapolis where it's cold as fuck, and take that chance, ace that class...
So Atlanta
Ahhh-Shhhhh
So Atlanta
So Atlanta put your gold teeth up, go to Minneapolis where it's cold as fuck, and take that chance, ace that class...
So Atlanta put your gold teeth up, go to Minneapolis where it's cold as fuck, and take that chance, ace that class...
Everybody knows I'ma kill 'em word for word,
My words organize like a thousand Satan worshipers,
Go to bed hungry, wake up starvin'
Got an insatiable appetite, i beg your pardon,
Carcinogenic, arson develops a hard one,
MC hard tongue, skateboard car bomb,
Headed up the artery, breathe,
Part of me thinks I should stop but I'm getting paid hourly,
Holy shit, just give me one chance,
Grab the game smash it down and take it to class,
MC juggernaut, heavy as another jock,
Heavy as a levee that New Orleans never got.
So Atlanta put your gold teeth up, go to Minneapolis where it's cold as fuck, and take that chance, ace that class...
So Atlanta put your gold teeth up, go to Minneapolis where it's cold as fuck, and take that chance, ace that class...
And it's never been the same since the day that my pops came
Through the back door with his chip shoulder talking,
Put a match to it, see if it lights, see if it turns bright,
See where your kid falls asleep tonight,
And that's the night where your son turns to a beast,
A phoenix, I rise through the ashes, I feel complete
Rub my hands together, put 'em to the flame,
It's cold up here, I guess that's how you learn the game. (Aahoohh no, no, no)
I'm only one tick away from the cage upstate, where my pops stayed,
I'm only one step away from the space in the page where my pops layed,
So leave me alone I'm at a critical point,
King Kong on the tight rope, something's gotta give, man,
A smart zombie, I'll die young probably.
So Atlanta
So Atlanta put your gold teeth up, go to Minneapolis where it's cold as fuck, and take that chance, ace that class...
So Atlanta put your gold teeth up, go to Minneapolis where it's cold as fuck, and take that chance, ace that class...
Don't take, what your hand can't fit,
I'm in the middle of the circus, make a move you's a bitch (you's a bitch)
I'll pull your skirt up, show the world you're a little girl, put your work up, Ha!
And I wont' play witcha, fill my tank and have your man's brain shipped up,
And shipped out, get the fuck out my house.
All you thug by choice kids know what I'm talkin' about,
I'll work the swagger, miracle blade dagger,
I'm in the manger trying to hold my anger,
Because I'm major (major, major)
Don't mean I'll walk up to pick up and break ya,
I'm not afraid of a lot of shit, beat my psychologist, she claims I'm too monsterous.
I'll take the heat for my actions, I'll probably go to hell while I'm laughing.
So Atlanta put your gold teeth up, go to Minneapolis where it's cold as fuck, and take that chance, ace that class...
So Atlanta put your gold teeth up, go to Minneapolis where it's cold as fuck, and take that chance, ace that class...
Ahhh-Shhhhh
Yes, Yes, Yes
BP
BP we see you baby,
Minneapolis baby, Atlanta
Whatta do whatta do whatta do.
You said that yourself, (no doubt) don't need no help, (hell no)
35 W shelf
Say, Uuhhnnn-ahhhh, Aah-aggghhh.
Say, Uuhhnnn-ahhhh, Aah-aggghhh.
Recession Music (free download)
Recession Music with Prof, St Paul Slim, Yelawolf, POS, and there's even a track with Slug.
Marilyn (lyrics)
Full song
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Yeah,
She can't help it.
She got a fever.
Yeah, she got a fever.
Yeah, she got a fever.
Oh, she's thirsty.
Oh, there she goes again.
Oh, there she goes again.
There she does again.
Ah-oh, there she goes again.
Wo-ah-oh-oh-oh, Oh-oh,
Lord help us. (Man, what would you do?)
Wo-ah-oh-oh-oh, Oh-oh,
Lord help us.
She has my back like some chiropractor,
we're planning up our parenthood,
Wrapping up the sex, latex, magnum packages.
Man I love you, girl; this here could last forever.
I'll meet your parents, girl; I think you're fascinating.
You could my wake up reason,
In the morning, in the sheets,
And in the evening, eating pizza.
I don't think I'm leaving this one.
The first time when I was in the room when she pissed,
She was drunk and sat down, so I gave her a kiss.
Little sweet miss, made of spice and peaches
Keys, kids, copied, I'm probably on some leashes
"The girl's mine," Until the curtains blow open,
It's her nighttime, and it's poetry in motion.
She got a fever
etc...
She got an appetite for candle light and mattresses,
She can't be pacified, you can't deny she's passionate.
Well I guess so, I'ma have to let go;
Until she calls me then it's back again, presto.
Wax on wax off, red light green light, we can't stop.
Oh, gosh, oh brother.
She got something wrapped around her pinky for a lover.
We usually knock boots at the most of my shows,
But na-na-na, I don't know where the fuck this chick goes.
Yes she is a pro, but I'ma go with the flow.
Who can say they got their own, Marilyn Monroe.
She got a fever
etc...
It's me, and her, and a bottle of rum.
Yo, ho ho ho, let's get drunk.
Let's get together and bump uglies in the sheets.
Like, bump, buh-duh, bump, bump, bump, bump.
Round 1, throw tongue.
Round 2, take your shirt off, spin around the air just like a helicopter.
Round 3, you can take off your bottoms, trust me sweetheart I'm right behind you, no problem.
Round 4 is summin' beautiful man, me and Marilyn rollin' around like we in sand.
It's like I lost my left side, 'cause now I feel all right.
She could be somewhere else tomorrow but she's mine tonight.
She got a fever
etc...
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Yeah,
She can't help it.
She got a fever.
Yeah, she got a fever.
Yeah, she got a fever.
Oh, she's thirsty.
Oh, there she goes again.
Oh, there she goes again.
There she does again.
Ah-oh, there she goes again.
Wo-ah-oh-oh-oh, Oh-oh,
Lord help us. (Man, what would you do?)
Wo-ah-oh-oh-oh, Oh-oh,
Lord help us.
She has my back like some chiropractor,
we're planning up our parenthood,
Wrapping up the sex, latex, magnum packages.
Man I love you, girl; this here could last forever.
I'll meet your parents, girl; I think you're fascinating.
You could my wake up reason,
In the morning, in the sheets,
And in the evening, eating pizza.
I don't think I'm leaving this one.
The first time when I was in the room when she pissed,
She was drunk and sat down, so I gave her a kiss.
Little sweet miss, made of spice and peaches
Keys, kids, copied, I'm probably on some leashes
"The girl's mine," Until the curtains blow open,
It's her nighttime, and it's poetry in motion.
She got a fever
etc...
She got an appetite for candle light and mattresses,
She can't be pacified, you can't deny she's passionate.
Well I guess so, I'ma have to let go;
Until she calls me then it's back again, presto.
Wax on wax off, red light green light, we can't stop.
Oh, gosh, oh brother.
She got something wrapped around her pinky for a lover.
We usually knock boots at the most of my shows,
But na-na-na, I don't know where the fuck this chick goes.
Yes she is a pro, but I'ma go with the flow.
Who can say they got their own, Marilyn Monroe.
She got a fever
etc...
It's me, and her, and a bottle of rum.
Yo, ho ho ho, let's get drunk.
Let's get together and bump uglies in the sheets.
Like, bump, buh-duh, bump, bump, bump, bump.
Round 1, throw tongue.
Round 2, take your shirt off, spin around the air just like a helicopter.
Round 3, you can take off your bottoms, trust me sweetheart I'm right behind you, no problem.
Round 4 is summin' beautiful man, me and Marilyn rollin' around like we in sand.
It's like I lost my left side, 'cause now I feel all right.
She could be somewhere else tomorrow but she's mine tonight.
She got a fever
etc...
Boop, boop, bee, doo.
Shoot, Shoot, Kill (lyrics)
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Here's another.
Here's another.
Shoot, Shoot, murder, kill.
Shoot, Shoot, murder, kill.
Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, murder, kill.
Shoot, Shoot, murder, kill.
Shoot, Shoot, murder, kill.
Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, murder, kill, murder, kill.
Sick sippin' Simalac, I holler, "where the victims at?"
I'll find them in a cipher, and that's where I kill them at.
I kill you rappers, free stylin', y'all the boring version.
And when you die I won't miss you.
I'm not a morning person.
Ah, God damn it I'm good,
I'm that one that climb that ladder, out of the hundreds who could.
I got y'all under my foot, I'll give you bitches six months,
To turn around and copy my shit you posin' punks.
I need to travel often, young prof, battle problem.
I want beef so bad I swore I heard the cattle talkin'.
Offer me your cup, see if I'm real and I can fill it up.
I think you've mistaken me for someone who might give a fuck.
Tag along with the prof, hop in the back seat,
Roll around the city like Rudolph Nasty,
Got a couple of chickens that swallow fastly,
Call it nasty, follow poppy,
I have already been, well you'll never know,
Five star general, Animal, I'll have them all.
Sure it's like a duracell,
Sure it's like a duracell,
Shoot, shoot, murder, kill.
Personnel, everybody, you and him and her as well.
Everybody
Sure it's like a duracell,
Shoot, shoot, murder, kill.
Personnel, everybody, you and him and her as well.
Oh my god, I'm loose on the streets again,
The only question is which house to put the ether in.
I got my daddy in me, I like to start shit,
I put a fire to your complex apartment.
Oh geez, I'm a fly trapeeze,
Easily, breathes, with your fly trap please,
He's Hercules and his mind raps easily to what it's thinkin', could you rewind that please?
Ladies and gentlement, brethren and sisters,
I'm so sick to the point that my wrist hurts.
This is a meat shop, and I'm the butcher, boy.
You're on my list of everything I hate and could destroy.
I rap with gale force, get the fuck inside your homes.
This ain't sticks and stones, this right here will break your bones.
If you can keep up with me then you're a liar.
Five tracks, four days, mix tape, powderhorn, general kaiser.
I'm Robo-Prof, taller, just about to talk, hawk,
Booties on your carpet, I think I am car sick.
Sure it's like a duracell.
Shoot, shoot, murder, kill.
Personnel, everybody, you and him and her as well.
Yeah my shit stinks, fuck what a bitch thinks,
I'm like a NHL player up in a kids' rink.
I am too big for this, like a McPlayground,
I think I'll stomp my white ass back to A-town.
I'll never.........
Kaiser Von Powderhorn (free download)
Kaiser Von Powderhorn, the first time around. His sound is changing. Get it to see the whole picture.
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