Amazing (lyrics)

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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

James Bond Blimp (lyrics)

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

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

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

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

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

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

James Bond Blimp (fan video)

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

When Your Mouth Is Moving

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

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.

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

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.

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.
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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.
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Gampo, Gampo, Gampo...

A fuck you.

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

Change topics.

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

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

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

Change topics.

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

What is a Gampo?

Gampo
definition: someone who does weird crazy shit.

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

Update:

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

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

From these three tweets: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Update #2:

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

KING GAMPO IS OUT

And It's Free

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

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

Part of King Gampo is Online See Post Above ^

Peep Show

On My Way

Whiskey

Gampo

Karma


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

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

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

Whiskey (lyrics)

Produced by Ant (of Atmosphere).
Full song
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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.

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.

Peep Show (lyrics)

Produced by Verse One.
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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!

Motor (lyrics)

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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.