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The Stophouse twitter account linked to a Get Cryphy mix which has buried somewhere in its 42 minutes a song from the upcoming KVP3 called "Goblin."

I haven't had a chance to listen to the whole thing yet, but when I do I'll update this post with where in the mix it is.

UPDATE:
"Goblin" starts at 5:56, and here's just that section of the mix cut out:

New Kid feat Yelawolf

Daughter feat. Brother Ali (lyrics)

Produced by DJ Absolute
Full song
Clean version
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When you're out there in the woods,
And finally find something you love,
Better take what's yours.
If I raised her all on my own,
If you see her cry, sing a lullaby, yeah.
You'll die when you see her fly when she's gone.
Yeah

Suck my dick get a face-full.
Why can't Prof be all about the pesos?
So unapologetic,
I give a shit about your chicken's little rhetoric.
My girl don't take no shit,
Try to put a muzzle on me then I'm burning a bridge.
Motherfucker, respect my animal,
Push me in a corner I'll split your cantaloupe.
All the haters that don't like my shit,
If you really got a problem come and fight me, bitch.
Never before so many heads been talking,
Like they can jump in my shoes and start walking.
Everybody wants money where there ain't none,
We'll see who's standing when the race done.
I don't want to be found, I'm a needle,
Privileged enough to be built by the people.
That means I only got one boss,
I see 'em every time I look in the crowd.
I pledge my allegiance to them,
This is slop house baby let the story begin.
When you're out there in the woods,
And finally find something you love,
Better take what's yours.
If I raised her all on my own,
If you see her cry, sing a lullaby, yeah.
You'll die when you see her fly when she's gone.
Yeah

God God God given.
You don't gotten follow my religion to recognize that I'm different.
Can't contain it, grab it, tame it, chain, cage or enslave my dedication.
No second place in the race to make it,
Lace up your shoes for the marathon, chase it.
Sweated on stage a decade and came close enough to wipe sweat off the face of greatness.
Y'all got low expectations,
Hit first base and start celebrating.
Chest inflated, saying that you made it,
Pouring Gatorade on each other's faces.
Waste of the space you take,
What y'all call scrapin' is our vacation.
I was of the day where always creating,
By yours truly, I literally make shift.
Dictate haters, take dick,
But I don't give a fuck so they can't take shit.
Prof, let me say and extra Minnesohta,
I don't give a fah-hah-hack, roll home.
When you're out there in the woods,
And finally find something you love,
Better take what's yours.
If I raised her all on my own,
If you see her cry, sing a lullaby, yeah.
You'll die when you see her fly when she's gone.
Yeah

Hush baby, don't say a word,
Don't you ever be afraid to surge.
I watch you spread your wings and fly no matter how much it hurts.
Single father, doubled as a mother,
Kept her out of harms way, trouble never touched her.
Never had nothing but each other,
Whether we strive or suffer or thrive or go hungry.
Nurtured and loved her to a full grown woman,
Now ducks wanna jump up and try to rush her.
Pardon my thug if it make wanna scuffle and make me knock the block off one of y'all motherfuckers.

Immaculate inception,
I made her by myself when I was drunk.
She spit, fuck, cuss like a muhfuck,
She finally coming into her own.
And now you want up into my home,
Talking about you want custody, leave us alone.
La dee da dee, we like to party,
You can take her over my dead body.

If I raised her all on my own
If you see her cry, sing a lullaby, yeah
You'll die when you see her fly when she's gone
Yeah

Lucky (lyrics)

Produced by M. C. Rentz
Full song
Clean version
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A poor boy, she's a real rich girl, and that's the story, aye-yeah.

Give me one small shot, see that girl over there looking like a snob?
She look like a little wealthy angel, I'll impress here with my gampo talk.
I say my name, she says her's too.
She flipped me the bird and her friends laugh like it's cool, yeah.

Man, I swear to god I'll be as rich as you,
I just need a little time.
Don't you be conceited, even though you're cute,
I can make you change your mind.

She treats me like a punk,
If I knew any better I would say she's a cunt,
If I knew her any better I would say she's a manipulating bitch of a witch with some boobs in the front.
She smiles well, you can tell her friends
I think I'm in love with this girl, I'm saying ooooooh.
I want to see her every single day,
She's looking at me like I'm dumb,
But I really wanna walk her home.
Her daddy said my money ain't long, ain't long, ain't loooooooong, long enough.
Say oooh girl,
Do you think I'm some sort of fool, girl?
Hey-yeah.
Man, I swear to god I'll be as rich as you,
I just need a little time.
Don't you be conceited, even though you're cute,
I can make you change your mind.

Wherever she goes, wherever, I'll be right on her toes,
That's my darling.

Baby looking good and if I think about a way that I could impress her I would,
Like if I started lifting weights, or if I beat a bully up, I think that is what is up,
I could make money selling drugs, and just like her daddy I'd be ballin'.
But that's quite a pipe dream.
Pretty sure that this little itty bitty evil slut maybe don't even slightly like me.
I'm slightly smarter, and she's slightly retarded,
And she swung and lightly slapped me when I slightly farted.
She's super super tan, me I'm a clever young hooligan.
I got the swagger no matter what mood I'm in.
How chould she not understand how cool I am?
She's acting sassy because I ain't got no dollars.
I swear I'll be rich and famous then come back and holler.
Man, I swear to god I'll be as rich as you,
I just need a little time.
Don't you be conceited, even though you're cute,
I can make you change your mind.

Man, I swear to god I'll be as rich as you,
I just need a little time.
Don't you be conceited, even though you're cute,
I can make you change your mind.

Myself (lyrics)

Produced by Cory Grindberg
Full song
Clean version
Music video
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My parents' got some big money problems.
We're all young and were counting on 'em.
Im four years old, you think im bouncin' on 'em?
I just sit back and watch, thinkin' 'bout 'em.

Moms' probably stronger than pops is.
The talk is that the old man has lost it.
Last week he came back from work,
I saw him back on the porch with the glass of milk on his shirt.
He was flippin out.  Mom probably put it there,
Judging by how angry she was it probably should be there.
And both folks know that I'm standing there.
Momma protects me, throws me be hind her back.
Why did papa do that?
Whats that telling me?
The birds cant help but sing a melody.

I ain't stupid
Happy ever after is nothing but a fantasy.
Police are part of our family.
Son and mother look out from the porch,
See fathers head duck under the door.

I believe in nothing.
I believe in myself.
I believe in nothing.
Nothing at all.

My papa got some big anger problems.
I'm getting older and I'm sick about 'em.
Its getting harder just to live around it,
I need to take a stand as a man,
I need to be about it.

So ring around the posie 'round the living room table.
I can't remember what we were arguing about.
I stood up to the scariest man in the country.
I held my head up high as I left the house.
Little boy stood in the face of a dragon.
Left with the heart of a lion. Amazing.
Its funny, I left the house so it could cool down.
But the dragon stayed hot, who's it fooling now.
Papa and the devil sitting in the basement. A R S O N I N G.
Young son headed back to the household.
Runnin' down the block eight fire trucks deep.
Fell to my knees and I screamed in the front yard.
Firemen running round like no ones in charge.
Sort of like when it rains it poors,
See the flames burst out of the door.I believe in nothing.
I believe in myself.
I believe in nothing.
Nothing at all.

Ive learned a lifetime,
A lifetime as a boy.
Evil's on the inside,
Waiting for all.

Got an apartment Im 20 years old,
Finally think that i have everything is under control.
Its been years since i spoke to the man
When he gave me his old cutlass to get out of the sand.
So just like a hyena, i take the meat.
And then i run my ass away, "You need to let me be."
But over time a part of me knew I needed to speak.
That's right when the world decided that it couldn't be.
Its the biggest hurdle thinkin' past tense.
That when a strong man takes his last breath.
I believe in nothing.
I believe in myself.
I believe in nothing.
Nothing at all.

Gampo Music Video

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

Music Video for "Gampo"

It comes out tomorrow.....

If every one of Prof's facebook fans likes the video tomorrow, it could make it to Youtube's "most liked today" list, and that'll get the video a lot more views than it would normally get.  

Do it muh-fuckuhs.

UPDATE Jan 10:
Watch the video. 

Gypsy Airplane

This ditty hangs off the end of Need Your Love.
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Hey fellas. Gather round, for a story about the gypsy.

I think I need pussy on this airplane
So I look around and spot a chick
I see if she want to have a fucky
She replies, "come on let's see your dick."

We head back to bathroom for a quickie
She says that she does this all the time
She pulls down her panties and I'm worried
Because this bitch's dick is big as mine! 
AYE!

Lyrics courtesy ZombieBrides' Youtube video.

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).

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.

"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.

Need Your Love (lyrics)

Produced by 84 Caprice
Full song
Clean version
Music video

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

Oooh,
Uh, cookie?
Uh.

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At the end is a short song called Gypsy Airplane.

I Need Your Love music video

First the video:

Some observations:

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

King Gampo Reviews

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

Band Soup

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

Things I Like

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

 WhiteRaverRafting

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

Update - A few more reviews:

City Pages - Gimme Noise

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

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


What I'm Listening To

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

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

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

Free Music Is Awesome 

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

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

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

Yeah Buddy (lyrics)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Buddy, Yeah buddy!

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

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

Corner (lyrics)

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

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

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

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

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

Karma (lyrics)

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

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

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


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

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


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

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:

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

James Bond Blimp (lyrics)

Produced by Verse One
Full song
Clean version
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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.
Full song
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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.