Sunday, December 25, 2011

Miscellaneous Hip-Hop to Tide You Over Till KVP3

Update Sept 25, 2012:
DOWNLOAD KVP3


From 2 Dope Boyz comes the following:
-Ludacris, 1.21 Gigawatts.  Considering it's free give it a listen or 2.  I didn't find it to have much replay-value though.
-Asher Roth, Pabst and Jazz. Better than I expected for a free mixtape from someone I don't hear much about.  In fact I'd call this one very good.
-Tech N9ne feat. Hopsin, "Am I a Psycho".

Elsewhere:
Hopsin, RAW, Youtube playlist, and/or buy it at Amazon.  This guy is really good.  I may yet add him to the very short list of artists that I currently follow.

Mac Lethal has a great video on Youtube rapping to "Look at Me Now."

Grieves, Budo and K.Flay's "Lost in the Sun" via Stellar Figment.  K.Flay has a solid voice, but I think her beat-making skills (I Stopped Caring in '96) could use some help.

Just because it's on the radio doesn't make it bad music.  Jay-Z and Kanye's Watch the Throne is very, very good (youtube playlist).

Monday, November 28, 2011

KVP3

UPDATE September 25 2012:

GO DOWNLOAD KVP3 NOW!!





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I was a little worried that Prof would be doing King Gampo songs for a year before thinking about making anything new, but it looks like I was wrong.  On Twitter Prof just posted:

STUDIO. KAISER VON POWDERHORN THREE.

Hells yeah.

Update Dec 15:
Last night Prof live-streamed and may have previewed some of KVP3.  I'm on the east coast and he didn't announce he would live stream till after midnight central time so I missed it.  I'm disappointed, but pleased that there is enough done for him to consider a small preview.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

"King Gampo is rap at it's worst"


I came across another King Gampo review, this one in the Twin Cities Daily Planet by Dwight Hobbes.  It's a doozy:
Prof’s King Gampo (Stophouse) is asinine, narcissistic self-indulgence run completely riot, without a shred of redeeming artistry.
First, no press is bad press.  Anything written about it puts more attention on it, and that's what makes money.  If no one notices you even to tell you you're doing it all wrong, that's the worst thing that could happen.
Second, taking a step back from the specifics of what Hobbes said, his overall critique seems to be, "Kids these days and their music!"  Not much of a critique at all.
And third, all 5 comments on the article are from Prof fans.  The fifth one is probably the best, in it's entirety (about the 1st Ave show Sept 9th):
SOLD OUT SHOW!
And that's the biggest thing that matters.  If you make something that people like, you won't really care that the prestige-class thinks you're a philistine.  I only wish he was more right when he complained about "Prof garnering praise all over the place, including high-profile radio and print."  He certainly has profile locally, but outside of Minnesota he's almost completely unknown.

[raise glass]
Here's to changing that.

Thursday, November 03, 2011

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?

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

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:

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.

Friday, October 28, 2011

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.
---------------

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.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Lil Wayne - Novacane

The beat for Novacane was produced by Ant of Atmosphere, and was first used by Prof on his album Recession Music with St. Paul Slim back in 2009. Lil Wayne used it for a bonus track on The Carter IV.


Listen to Novacane:


And now Motor:





Friday, September 23, 2011

Amazing (lyrics)

Song download
Radio edit (save link as)




Oh hey, whatup, I'm back already from KVP2, come holler at me at Soundset, May 30th.
Southside, ?????, midtown, whatup. 
Heeeyy, Aayye.
Stophousegroup.com


Absolutely, fucking incredible.
I am such an animal,
Work ethic unimaginable.
Imagine Prof on the Southside coming up, just like a cannibal.
They think I did it overnight, I understand 'em though.
Bitch if you weren't so sleek,
You would know that the last decade beep,
I been selling out shows in my sleep.
That's because I ain't been gettin' no sleep.
I be putting in work, 
Rap game murked,
Midwest has been plucked and chirped.
What you people fail to see is I'm already elite.


I came and left my mark.
I know I'm good to go.
And if this is my start,
I am already amazing.
I am already amazing.


I came and left my mark.
I know I'm good to go.
And if this is my start,
I am already amazing.
I am already amazing.

I was young, at Bon Appetit,
With all y'all rappin', 
I came up at the dinky town,
There're all y'all clappin'.

I payed my dues, like a G,

And honestly I never slip,
I play the game,
If you whack, I'll bite my tongue and hold my lip.
Holy shit, Prof a hear no evil, see no evil,
Sit back and watch hard work turn into a sea of people.

I came and left my mark.
I know I'm good to go.
And if this is my start,
I am already amazing.
I am already amazing.


I came and left my mark.

I know I'm good to go.

And if this is my start,
I am already amazing.
I am already amazing.

Oh my gosh,
Holy mackerel,
Holy moly,
Welfare to cash flow.
Big Prof, big boss, big asshole.
Take this shit seriously, 
Think I rap for?

Let me think about the day that I used ta,
Rap around the block just like a chalupa,
Prof was all small like a Umpa a Lumpa,
Now I'm on top like a I King Koopa.
I fucked the bar show, I got a luffa,
Fuckin' with the mi familia, I gonna shoot ya,
Eh, ja boo boom ???????

Tick tick tick
I already got a small legacy,
From Atlanta to Seattle they remember me.
Fuck the press, I don't need a write up,
My fans are like pyros, spreading fire, ya arreddy heard about 'em talk about me.


I came and left my mark.
I know I'm good to go.
And if this is my start,
I am already amazing.
I am already amazing.



I came and left my mark.

I know I'm good to go.
And if this is my start,
I am already amazing.
I am already amazing.

Yeah, bitch.
And don't act like I can't sit down for 3 or 4 hours and come up with a song that's better than you've done in 10 years.
Quit trippin' this is Prof, this is Minneapolis, Bitch.
Stophouse.

Aye girl what tribe you from,
Lookin' like you need ice or summin',
Lookin' so swollen and plump,
Come on girl gimme them lady lumps.

Stophouse, 2010, 2011.  And beyond.
Well until 2014 and stophouse'll probably break up for some reason.

Twitter.com/profstophouse
P R O F S T O P H O U S E

Monday, September 19, 2011

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.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

James Bond Blimp (fan video)

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


Monday, September 12, 2011

When Your Mouth Is Moving

Somehow I missed this song, Steddy P feat. Prof and Big Zach, "When Your Mouth is Moving" (free download).

Sunday, September 11, 2011

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.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

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

Monday, August 29, 2011

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.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Prof Show In Salt Lake City

I think he did eight songs, but I can only remember seven:
-Karma
-Rules
-Elephant
-Whiskey
-On My Way
-Myself
-Yeah Buddy

It was awesome.  Last year when he was in SLC it was at a much smaller place, and about 20-30 people were there.  This time there were more than a few hundred in the room, and afterward tons of people went to pick up King Gampo at the merch table.

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.

Friday, August 19, 2011

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).

Monday, August 15, 2011

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]

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

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.

Whiskey (lyrics)

Produced by Ant (of Atmosphere).
Full song
Clean version (same as full song)

One last round please,
Thank you.

I'm gon keep on drinkin' whiskey, yeah,
Till the cows come home, yeah.
I said I'm gon keep on drinkin' whiskey, yeah,
Till the cows come home, yeah.

My baby loves me so much she goes through my phone every time I fall asleep.
When I wake up in the morning, little momma, she just won't let me be.
Say, what is a man to do about a woman when he can't make a sound.
Said I'm lookin' at the bottle, and my whiskey, man, she won't let me down.

That's why I'm gon keep on drinkin' whiskey, yeah,
Till the cows come home, yeah.
That's why I'm gon keep on drinkin' whiskey, yeah,
Till the cows come home, yeah.

On and, on and, on and on and on, we go.
I'm already useless to you so you can't tell me no.
No doubt I don't care 'bout what you think 'bout me and my mistress.
She let's me be me.
That's more than I can say about you, woman.

I'm gonna keep on drinkin' whiskey, till the cows come home.
I'm gonna keep on drinkin' whiskey, till the cows come home.

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

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.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Peep Show (lyrics)


Produced by Verse One.
Full song
Clean version
Music video
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After a decade of ruling underground rap,
Dominating the underwater cities in the Midwest with an iron lung,
He has come to where we live with unprecedented aggression.

I take a deep breath when I hit the surface,
Eh what the fuck man it’s lookin’ like a circus.
So many long legged women I’m runnin’ in inbetween them,
Gigantic women, wonder where I fit in.
Wanna have some chitlen,
Want to watch ‘em play in the backyard when me’n you are just chillin’.
But I’m just kiddin’, that’s in the future,
And if you got some big game Prof is the shooter.
And if you are a website, I am a computer.
And if you are the shit then Mr Prof is the pooper.
Girl I’m a freak I'ma do it how you’ve never done it,
Sit back while daddy puts some pepper on it.

Go on freak it out, toot that ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.
Go on freak it out, toot that ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.

If you want to, if you want to, ba da bum bum bum bum.
If you really want to, ba da bum bum, ba da bum bum bum bum.

Right now girl you lookin’ like crack,
Like you’d totally be illegal in the sack.
I’ve seen Prof turn a nerd into a playmate.
Like it’s the crack of dawn that just made the daybreak.
Marathon man, hands down I’m an elephant.
Olly olly oxen free, gotta be intelligent.
Suck a dick snuffaluffagus.
Nothing but freaks in the room,
You can find me where the trouble is.
Needless to say always comes with something said,
Like, “Needless to say I would enjoy getting head.”
Yo, I’m sick of proving I’m the best,
Just listen to the chorus as the dancers do the rest.

Go on freak it out, toot that ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.
Go on freak it out, toot that ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.

If you want to, if you want to, ba da bum bum bum bum.
If you really want to, ba da bum bum, ba da bum bum bum bum.

Yo, all you rappers suck, Dyson,
If your game's loose, holla at me, I’m a titan.
And I’m also a freak,
Seven days out the week,
Prof a freak ‘o nature over a beat.
Your body don’t make sense,
I’ma camalabadon,
Like a kamikaze pilot fighting with a helmet on.
Girl you so bulbous, the nerve, struttin’ the legs around,
And I love it when you act pompous.
Her place for dinner, got out my Corvette,
And I press the door bell with my ring finger.
She up in lingerie tryin’ to act subtle,
Girl without question you are askin’ for trouble.

Go on freak it out, toot that ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.
Go on freak it out, toot that ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.
Go on freak it out, toot that ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.
Go on freak it out, toot that ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.

AAaaaoooooohh, Fuck Yeah!

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Motor (lyrics)

Full song
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The only time when I close my eyes is when I fall asleep.
I don't blink, I don't even miss my family,
I'm a 24 year old old man,
With the program set to go man,
Now that's important to me,
New demon women,
Make your way over, I don’t take care of myself until I’m hungover.
Leave it all behind is a reality of mine,
When my heart burns fire previssed is fine.
Medicated, disconnected, allocated, misdirected gampo will die sooner or later.
Up all night screamin’ to myself,
Do I need help, or is this the bed I sleep in,
Lost captain, cause action,
My words turn amenity,But never will I live my life stuck in parentheses.
Wanna talk to 'em,
A murderer, kingpin, arson, I wanna hear him soft-spoken.
Something that I’ll never have is something that I want the most.
If I can’t peddle I’ll coast.
Birds sing congratulations for a good night.
Hold tight, sold out show, I need some peace and quiet.
Yiddi bang, no yang,
Peeps expect the same Prof well outside of his frame.
Rich D-bags obey giant,
I’ll force feed mirror images, remain silent.
Tread to get ahead, who's the best, yackety yack,
Cluck so what, it all makes me want to throw up,
I need to sit down.

Before I lay me down, I'll have my world burned down, I'll have my family drowned.
Don't touch my motor.
Before I lay me down, I'll have my world burned down, I'll have my family drowned.
Don't touch my motor.

But every once in a while, a woman touch me turn me into  child,
I can fall asleep for now.
When it’s morning time I’ll leave her drowned,
I let her peace it out,
Reasons why I’m peacin’ out to each his own.
I can’t relax I can’t sit still,
I can’t stay in one spot I’m not a pinwheel.
Now others dream, I dream, I let them on the boat,
All aboard,
I hope that we don’t sink,
Cleen, meal, 2% milk.
W, Icees, pills.
My memory includes spilt milk.
A mother, a cop car, a father, a porch in the summer,
Tears and some handcuffs,
15 years later mama tell me pull my pants up,
Damn, fuck, can’t touch.
I have been passed up,
Swimmin’ in the water with my hands up.
I float, seven years, cycle, then a wave comes.
It's been seven years,
I think it’s time someone make one,
The brave son made some.
Earthquake turned tsunami,
I left I shifted the plate probably,
And now I’m shifted the stick,
In control I taught my self how to drive that bitch,
I turn when I want,
And now I'm turnin' away, from friends from first grade,
I leave my family for a maze,
New faces, they trust me, they pop up.
They tell me they can help me like I'm locked up.
Before all is said and done, before I get what I want,
Lets see if I can burn everything that counts.

Before I lay me down, I'll have my world burned down, I'll have my family drowned.
Don't touch my motor.
Before I lay me down, I'll have my world burned down, I'll have my family drowned.
Don't touch my motor.
Before I lay me down, I'll have my world burned down, I'll have my family drowned.
Don't touch my motor.
Before I lay me down, I'll have my world burned down, I'll have my family drowned.
Don't touch my motor.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

A Month From Now (lyrics)


Full song
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Simple and plain, baby,
I like your style baby,
Let me take you out, lady,
Just say Yes.

It is the hunting season,
She is my wake up reason,
I'll throw the keys and leave 'em,
Just say Yes.

Wrap my arms around you,
Kiss me like you mean it,
You're not the same, are you?
You are a different creature.

Its four in the morning and I need to hold on,
I need to use protection,
She's got me figured out.
She looks back and kills me when she puts her clothes on.
I need to learn my lesson,
She's got me figured out.
But I don't wanna sit around and wait for her to come around,
'Cause I don't come around.

I don't wanna hesitate with ya babe,
But I can see ya comin', I'll turn you into nothin'.
Ya I don't wanna have to hesitate with ya babe,
But I can see it comin', I'll turn you into nothin',
And I don't wan to hurt nobody,
I see that goodness in you, but I'm not fuckin' with it.
If you told me that a month from now that I would know your name,
You would be insane, Yeah.

What makes you think that I have never seen a girl like you?
Is it your poked out titties, or that played out low tattoo?
You’re nothing but a list to me, misery, Listerine and Maybelline.
I need a girlfriend, but you should do fine tonight.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Put me to sleep.
Oh, oh, oh oh.
Put me to sleep.

Its four in the morning and i need to hold on,
I need to use protection,
She's got me figured out.
She looks back and kills me when she puts her clothes on.
I need to learn my lesson,
She's got me figured out.

But i don't wanna sit around and wait for her to come around,
'Cause I don't come around.
I don't wanna hesitate with you babe,
But i can see ya comin’, I'll turn you into nothin’,
Ya i don't wanna have to hesitate with ya babe,
But I can see it comin’, I'll turn you into nothing,
And i don't wanna hurt nobody,
I see that goodness in you, but I'm not fuckin with it.
If you told me that a month from now that I would know your name,
You would be insane!

Put me to sleep.
Oh, oh, oh oh oh.
Put me to sleep.
Put me to sleep.
Put me to sleep.
Come along.
So come on over, now, sweetheart.
Until someone better comes along.
So come on over here sunshine.
Until someone better comes along.
So come on over here darling.
Until someone better comes along.
So come on over here chicken.
Until someone better comes along.
Bitch.
Put me to sleep
Until someone better comes along.

Thursday, June 09, 2011

Horses In The Ghetto (lyrics)

Full song
Music video
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They came on a horseback, to the ghetto.

Hello little boy, take this canteen.
Double barreled shotgun, ever cocked one, shot one,
Tried to stay alive till the cops come?
Young P'll take the city by force,
Got an impeccable aim while I'm riding on the horse.
My gear,
The whole shit's coated with explosives, the post is set to blow off your noses.
36 dynamite sticks ‘round me like it's kinda like ribs, I'ma light this bitch.
I am your city's new Don,
Whether or not you got the shoes on or your roof's gone let's move on.
I bet your sick of all that lame shit,
That's why I came to murder everybody that they came with.
Pewong, shewong, bang bang.

They came on a horseback to the ghetto.

Let's do it.
I'm a musical genius, My turn now, everybody is feindish.
And you can tell I'm dope, look at the fiends,
And the way I make ‘em act like heathens be screamin’.
Fly misses all over the penis,
one zero's on that american dream shit.
My game’s seamless, and I’m seasoned,
I got it sewed up like a seamstress believe it.
West to east coast, at the crib,
Shorty gave me Barry white head, you know,
Deep throat,
And you know the flow, coated in a cheap coat,
Damn Minnesota when I'm walkin' through three feet of snow.
I came through on a horse in a duster,
Sawed off shotgun, lookin’ for you busters.

They came on a horseback, to the ghetto.

My style thus far is up charged, up like a bus card,
Why you think I cuss hard?
Young P is at sea, an athlete,
MC test me, you wind up in the tenth seat.
back row of the Astro Cats, is Del Castro cast rated capped from the whack flow.
Asshole, bitches,
I'm riding on your horse, through your town for the Christmas.
OK, I’m OJ, Don Quixote,
Jose, prop shot, lifting many Rolaids,
I'm from a different land where I am the man,
Hand over all your telegrams and put them in the sand.
'Cause young Prof is a first born kid, right?

They came on a horseback, to the ghetto

Howdy, my magnums call loudly,
Pull this bitch out and watch out be Audi.
5000 and then I upgrade.
Party time, oops i just spilled some nutmeg,
on your girls blouse, i'm in your girls house.
Chris Brown beat it till ya sweat her damn curl out. (Ella)
And then I swirl out, I got shit to do.
Like Ben Affleck I’m not that into you.
I’m a rolling stone, with a mobile phone,
I ride horses, and you’ll never find my fortress,
Take me out where the course is.

They came on a horseback, to the ghetto.

Yeah, bitches,
I think i like this town slim.
They even got the dapper dan I like.
They got till high noon to get the fuck outta town, or it's goin' down.
See this musket?   It's for your bitch.

Elephant (lyrics)

Full song
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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!