I'm not going to put the lyrics up at least for a month. The lyrics are included if you purchase the album, whether physical or digital you'll get all the lyrics. BUY THE ALBUM! It's gold. It's worth twice the price.
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Friday, October 16, 2015
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Prof - Bar Breaker (lyrics)
Music video
iTunes
Album
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(question marks beside the lines I'm not sure about)
Oh bless your heart, bless your heart
Wooo! Hey
Ok all reloaded! Yeah
Some heads talking about me like,
"That dude ain't a true rapper though, he ain't hip hop,
He ain't got those baaaaaarrrrrrrrssss, bars, y'oh what I'm talkin' about."
Hey, whata, what, what does that make me, what am I really though?
Y'know what I mean, uh
They call me the bar breaker.
You should kick me out the club,
I'm a big bad wolf, I'm a Jameson thug.
I wave Hi while I'm cave diving day high,
Coated in KY we'll orgy on the hay ride.
I hustle like an Ethiopian custodian,
Quick grab the trophies, you can leave behind the opium.
Executive american all the way from a derelict
Drinking at the Sheraton, daring chicks into marriages.
Oh yeah, marry me baby,
Half hour later you can carry me baby
I'm skinny dipping, swimmin' with young Dominican women,
Last time I wasn't pimpin' it's been a minute (hey)
No need to pay me to, I'm drinking in some daisy dukes,
80 proof, get retarded like a baby do.
I'm so good at rap that it's not even fair,
You know my shit bangs, I ain't talking about hair.
Come on.
Hey, hey, hey
3 smoking hot chicks in a couple of beds,
Call me the mailman how I come every day.
You ain't feeling my shit it's completely understandable,
I'm beyond rap, homey I'm speakin' animal.
Think about leaving they callin' me bro,
Finish a bottle and I'm good to go,
No you're all laymen I'm not even bold (?)
So untouchable I'm in the zone.
Fall back,
De be deep de be deep, what'cha call that, (?)
Hit the dick better lick to the ball sack,
Bring a tit to the kid I'm on that,
Oh rye oooh ken! (shoryuken?)
They all on my new shit, thugs and the students,
Girl I'm a cowboy, baby I'm a nuisance.
I'm a problem, tell me that you love me,
You could be a model it don't matter if you chubby.
Tickle tickle,
I'm always in the middle,
Give me trouble, big girls they make me feel so little
Take your clothes off, we're streaking in my kitchen,
Hunting, fishing, fucking, kissing.
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I buck wild, I never have it together
Have you noticed I leave every show on a stretcher?
Prof in a amberlan, boys went to the hotel (?)
these hoes smell I hope the blow job goes well.
whiskey in my IV, boner in my boxers,
I'm always with some Rosario Dawson imposters.
Head like a dildo, back is made of rubber,
I'm like the energizer bunny, I'm a tough mother (hey)
Tomorrow it's my birthday I'll sign up for karate,
And I'll kidnap the sensei and get the black belt probably.
I know you seen me win the beef with John Stamos,
a hundred years from now that show will still be on cable.
What kind of man is this high on medical cannibis,
Startin' riots on campuses, no one should be a fan of this,
Listen closely I'm not gonna shout,
I've tried being humble it's just not working out.
iTunes
Album
------
(question marks beside the lines I'm not sure about)
Oh bless your heart, bless your heart
Wooo! Hey
Ok all reloaded! Yeah
Some heads talking about me like,
"That dude ain't a true rapper though, he ain't hip hop,
He ain't got those baaaaaarrrrrrrrssss, bars, y'oh what I'm talkin' about."
Hey, whata, what, what does that make me, what am I really though?
Y'know what I mean, uh
They call me the bar breaker.
You should kick me out the club,
I'm a big bad wolf, I'm a Jameson thug.
I wave Hi while I'm cave diving day high,
Coated in KY we'll orgy on the hay ride.
I hustle like an Ethiopian custodian,
Quick grab the trophies, you can leave behind the opium.
Executive american all the way from a derelict
Drinking at the Sheraton, daring chicks into marriages.
Oh yeah, marry me baby,
Half hour later you can carry me baby
I'm skinny dipping, swimmin' with young Dominican women,
Last time I wasn't pimpin' it's been a minute (hey)
No need to pay me to, I'm drinking in some daisy dukes,
80 proof, get retarded like a baby do.
I'm so good at rap that it's not even fair,
You know my shit bangs, I ain't talking about hair.
Come on.
Hey, hey, hey
3 smoking hot chicks in a couple of beds,
Call me the mailman how I come every day.
You ain't feeling my shit it's completely understandable,
I'm beyond rap, homey I'm speakin' animal.
Think about leaving they callin' me bro,
Finish a bottle and I'm good to go,
No you're all laymen I'm not even bold (?)
So untouchable I'm in the zone.
Fall back,
De be deep de be deep, what'cha call that, (?)
Hit the dick better lick to the ball sack,
Bring a tit to the kid I'm on that,
Oh rye oooh ken! (shoryuken?)
They all on my new shit, thugs and the students,
Girl I'm a cowboy, baby I'm a nuisance.
I'm a problem, tell me that you love me,
You could be a model it don't matter if you chubby.
Tickle tickle,
I'm always in the middle,
Give me trouble, big girls they make me feel so little
Take your clothes off, we're streaking in my kitchen,
Hunting, fishing, fucking, kissing.
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I buck wild, I never have it together
Have you noticed I leave every show on a stretcher?
Prof in a amberlan, boys went to the hotel (?)
these hoes smell I hope the blow job goes well.
whiskey in my IV, boner in my boxers,
I'm always with some Rosario Dawson imposters.
Head like a dildo, back is made of rubber,
I'm like the energizer bunny, I'm a tough mother (hey)
Tomorrow it's my birthday I'll sign up for karate,
And I'll kidnap the sensei and get the black belt probably.
I know you seen me win the beef with John Stamos,
a hundred years from now that show will still be on cable.
What kind of man is this high on medical cannibis,
Startin' riots on campuses, no one should be a fan of this,
Listen closely I'm not gonna shout,
I've tried being humble it's just not working out.
Friday, July 31, 2015
Ghost feat. Tech N9ne
Music video
iTunes
Album
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What am I to do when all I really see is garbage?
They all narcissistic and harmless
Delusionally carsick
What I'm talking 'bout is all these rappers on the market
Claiming they got skill I beg your motherfuckin' pardon?
Make me wanna barge in some apartment and start arson
(Awesome)
Put a rapper body in a garden
Am I a Martian, we on the same planet?
I don't see anybody fuckin' with me god dammit
Prof -- I been hot since Michael J. Fox could talk
I'm a genius and use my cock a lot
The last one who's underrated who yet hasn't made it anyway, mazel tov
I'm better than a midday fuck
Name a rapper man I think they suck
I'm gonna buy an old big grey truck
Watch, I'll drive around the country with my fists taped up, yup!
Ya'll a puddle of piss
Love it or not, at least I give a hundred percent
Is it 'cuz I ain't covered in tattoos?
Well sit back cupcake I got bad news
You can't look me in the face!
Tell me you're satisified!
Look me in the face!
Are you satisfied?
You can't look me in the face!
Tell me you're satisfied!
You can't look me in the face!
Are you satisfied?
When I listen to the radio it be like Comedy Central
I wanna be gentle, but I gotta come and drop the bomb on these simples
Who honestly sent you the vomit, they promised on it
But it really gets sonically mental
Imma be into placin' a big cannon at thee temple
Bang on 'em a lot of em never was hot to me
Shockingly popped awesomely profits be
Toppin' the charts, even got a Hot Topic Tee
Watch the G, *Pop* *Pop* Give a colostomy (Damn)
I can't kill 'em when they wack
But forreal the N9na's skill can kill 'em in a rap
The feelin' is through the ceilin' when I'm wheelin' through the trap
Dealin' music a million Tech the villian will adapt
But alot of these motherfuckers are crap, crap
I think we should put together an app for the rappers
That don't have a rhythm bone in they' ass, a disaster
But'll teach em to never thinkin' they' swagger's Alaska
When they bizzuti, wanna give 'em this uzi
Mi scusi, did you say the way I'm speakin' is bougie?
That's where you lose me, how pathetic can you be?
When sayin' these fools be better than me that's a doozy!
Rap, everybody wanna try it
But the Tecca Nina flow you can't deny it
Laughin' at a lotta rappers I can't hide it
But it ain't they' fault, it's the motherfuckers that buy it
You can't look me in the face!
Tell me you're satisified!
Look me in the face!
Are you satisfied?
You can't look me in the face!
Tell me you're satisfied!
You can't look me in the face!
Are you satisfied?
I've been so close
Come to think about it I'm a ghost
Some people believe in bibles
Some believe in somethin' that their eyes don't know
So I'm about to tell you how the cycle go:
(Okay!)
I've been swimming uphill for a decade plus
By the time I'm done I'll be one of the best they was
It's like the country walkin' over a billion barrels of oil
Find out Prof is a ghost that lives
With a neck like that and a rope like this
Flow like bricks
So underrated that I held my dick 'til I broke my fist
And these days, rappers'll show up and spit on a track
Make me wanna throw up and shit on a track
Put a lid on that
Roll it up into a blunt, take a hit on that
I'm so gifted it's like Santa's here
I roll deep even got my grandma here
So fly, oh my I need landing gear
So bright, ya'll might, get your tanning here
Gimme your can of beer
You can tell a bandit near
I'll come around in circles blacker than a panda's ear
You follow Captain Planeteer
I shine like a chandelier
The only motherfuckin' man in here
iTunes
Album
-----------
What am I to do when all I really see is garbage?
They all narcissistic and harmless
Delusionally carsick
What I'm talking 'bout is all these rappers on the market
Claiming they got skill I beg your motherfuckin' pardon?
Make me wanna barge in some apartment and start arson
(Awesome)
Put a rapper body in a garden
Am I a Martian, we on the same planet?
I don't see anybody fuckin' with me god dammit
Prof -- I been hot since Michael J. Fox could talk
I'm a genius and use my cock a lot
The last one who's underrated who yet hasn't made it anyway, mazel tov
I'm better than a midday fuck
Name a rapper man I think they suck
I'm gonna buy an old big grey truck
Watch, I'll drive around the country with my fists taped up, yup!
Ya'll a puddle of piss
Love it or not, at least I give a hundred percent
Is it 'cuz I ain't covered in tattoos?
Well sit back cupcake I got bad news
You can't look me in the face!
Tell me you're satisified!
Look me in the face!
Are you satisfied?
You can't look me in the face!
Tell me you're satisfied!
You can't look me in the face!
Are you satisfied?
When I listen to the radio it be like Comedy Central
I wanna be gentle, but I gotta come and drop the bomb on these simples
Who honestly sent you the vomit, they promised on it
But it really gets sonically mental
Imma be into placin' a big cannon at thee temple
Bang on 'em a lot of em never was hot to me
Shockingly popped awesomely profits be
Toppin' the charts, even got a Hot Topic Tee
Watch the G, *Pop* *Pop* Give a colostomy (Damn)
I can't kill 'em when they wack
But forreal the N9na's skill can kill 'em in a rap
The feelin' is through the ceilin' when I'm wheelin' through the trap
Dealin' music a million Tech the villian will adapt
But alot of these motherfuckers are crap, crap
I think we should put together an app for the rappers
That don't have a rhythm bone in they' ass, a disaster
But'll teach em to never thinkin' they' swagger's Alaska
When they bizzuti, wanna give 'em this uzi
Mi scusi, did you say the way I'm speakin' is bougie?
That's where you lose me, how pathetic can you be?
When sayin' these fools be better than me that's a doozy!
Rap, everybody wanna try it
But the Tecca Nina flow you can't deny it
Laughin' at a lotta rappers I can't hide it
But it ain't they' fault, it's the motherfuckers that buy it
You can't look me in the face!
Tell me you're satisified!
Look me in the face!
Are you satisfied?
You can't look me in the face!
Tell me you're satisfied!
You can't look me in the face!
Are you satisfied?
I've been so close
Come to think about it I'm a ghost
Some people believe in bibles
Some believe in somethin' that their eyes don't know
So I'm about to tell you how the cycle go:
(Okay!)
I've been swimming uphill for a decade plus
By the time I'm done I'll be one of the best they was
It's like the country walkin' over a billion barrels of oil
Find out Prof is a ghost that lives
With a neck like that and a rope like this
Flow like bricks
So underrated that I held my dick 'til I broke my fist
And these days, rappers'll show up and spit on a track
Make me wanna throw up and shit on a track
Put a lid on that
Roll it up into a blunt, take a hit on that
I'm so gifted it's like Santa's here
I roll deep even got my grandma here
So fly, oh my I need landing gear
So bright, ya'll might, get your tanning here
Gimme your can of beer
You can tell a bandit near
I'll come around in circles blacker than a panda's ear
You follow Captain Planeteer
I shine like a chandelier
The only motherfuckin' man in here
Prof - Ghost (video)
First song from the upcoming album (in October I think?):
I like it, serious with goofy elements. Very much a Prof song.
I like it, serious with goofy elements. Very much a Prof song.
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