Me Boi (lyrics)

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Ooooaahahahaha
Anyone who opens up a track with a ugly-ass forced laugh got no swag!
Follow me.
What's up Me Boi?
Tryin' to ride with me this year, man, let's go kill summin'.
Ay!

When I come around point 'em out.
I'm 'bout to lay a mothafucka on the ground.
I came to drink. I came to buck.
So I hate it that you think I give a fuck.
I give a fuck! (x7)
Haha
Time to break summin'.

Yeah.
The whole crew's stupid, think we need a short bus.
Party People: they continue to endorse us.
Got our lobotomies you don't needa force us.
Every night we swimming like a porpoise.
So, voila! I'm acting like a moron.
Bottle of the Jame-o, looking for something to pour on.
Hold on. Put your coat on, and throw the note on
The refrigerator I will see you later at the hoe down.
You can marvel at the dick game, baby.
If you hitch hike jump on darling.
I'm known to ride all night on the freeway
And drop 'em all off in the morning.
They be waiting on the road meanwhile a player bouncing.
Me all day keep it one hundred, know me like I'm public housing.
Me think that my bank is growing, I'm glad that I'm getting drunker.
If it is going down I will be there in a flash like

When I come around point 'em out.
I'm 'bout to lay a mothafucka on the ground.
I cam to drink. I came to buck.
So I hate it that you think I give a fuck.
I give a fuck! (x7)
Haha
Time to break summin'.

Put the circus posters up over the billboards.
This the type of party college kids will kill for.
Them chickens walking like they pussy still sore.
It's what I does, what I do, what I'm here for.
I catch a buzz, tie my shoes, I'm an alligator.
I'm a thug, I'm a brute in an elevator.
This little piggy went to market with a partial hard-on and sweatpants on.
If you don't be thinkin' that I'm sortin' on a daily then lady don't get involved.
Checkmate, Mate, I'm a kingpin.
Bread makes toast, chin chin.
By the hairs on my little chinny chin chin,
Will I ever let another rapper fuck with me again?
I would love some beef, I just don't know where to find it.
It's like I'm vegetarian and I don't even mind it.
It's like I've been a plumber but I've never seen shit.
On the front lines my whole life and got clean kicks.
Who's fucking with us? Gon' point him out.
I bet they jump ship when your boy come around.

When I come around point 'em out.
I'm 'bout to lay a mothafucka on the ground.
I cam to drink. I came to buck.
So I hate it that you think I give a fuck.
I give a fuck! (x7)
Haha
Time to break summin'.

Get drunk! Break shit! (x4)

So I'm talking bout Me Boi.
Hey don't go ahead and get arrested and blame me or nothing like that.
Blame your momma!

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Lyrics courtesy of Kirk Thunberg except a couple of lines that Prof himself corrected.

Prof CityPages Interview

Minneapolis' CityPages had some words with Prof.  Check it out.

New Kid feat. Yelawolf (lyrics)

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They have the biggest testicles relative to body size of any male on the planet.

Bitch I got monay!
And I'm so good lookin'.
You could learn something from me!
Your old, I'm new.

Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice.
Poof, Prof'll rock the party till your teeth are loose.
I'm gorgeous, roll with Chuck Norris's.
Fourty-five houses, thirty-three mortgages.
My boats got boats with jet skis.
Three fuckin' chefs, 'n a Wayne Gretzky.
Sunrise, I'm fuckin' in the gondola,
Friends: Pheobe, Rachel, Monica.
Bravo, finally made it to a dick head.
Shot eighty-nine times, and I ain't even rich yet.
Holy shit, nice.
Bet my pandora station plays Vanilla Ice.
Yippee ki yay, your boy is a Kaiser.
Everywhere I go I'm shittin' on 'em, diapers.
Icky.
I gotcha rethinking about who the best is.
I'm outta my mind, please leave a message.

Bitch I got monay!
And I'm so good lookin'.
You could learn something from me!
Your old, I'm new.

Undeniably the baddest.
I ain't worried long as I know where you dad is.
Uah, Where your cousin at baby?
Roll around the family reunion all crazy.
Meanwhile I got me fishing for a musket.
Baby, busty, gotta big booty.
My sidekick is a moose knuckle.
If I had a weakness, it'd be I'm too humble.
Be bumble, easily see hundos.
Cheese the weeze, the cheese could buy three condos.
Fuck it, I'm the new Kirby Puckett.
Got the state of my back the topic of discussion.
Dick, game, Waka Flocka flame.
When I'm done with them girls they take the walk of fame.
Every single verse hot, your boy don't miss.
Bitch don't front, this whole song is the shit.

Bitch I got monay!
And I'm so good lookin'.
You could learn something from mey!
Your old, I'm new.

(I can't understand some of Yela's lines, so drop a comment if you know what he really says.)

Catfish Billy, I'm coo coo for Coco.
Eat a crackers then I spit back a hobo the rollo.
Eat rappers like wrappers wrapped around packs of no dough.
Yeah the plastic too, twelves and forty-fives playin' slow-mo.
Takin' acid watchin' your mama bounce around my show
With all the friends that she met makin' porno.
Fuck with me I'm put your 2-year-old in a sleeper choke hold,
Record you cryin' and let the engineer leak the vocal.
Don't try to play me out, you can't play with my yo-yo.
I walk the dog, Waka Flocka sheep in SoHo.
I shoulda said I heard, but I heard a sheep is so old.
Dictionary schmictionary, what the fuck do you know?
Go ahead and group those.
Sudo can find the loop holes.
I pop off the cake when you break it just to say, "Yeah I know."
Ruin your day like a Polish prayin' upon your new clothes.
And a butter fresh motherfucker just called me butter fluke-oh.
So tighten your belt, and thin up on your suko,
'Cause I'm makin' the numbers now, three three's in a row.
Hennessey of trees, I'ma leave, but I'm relieved it just won't go.
Getting blow jobs from an F5 in a tornado.
Yeah, blow me down booties, no homo.
I pop eyes like chicken thighs, no gumbo.
So order me up a bucket, fuck it, with an extra biscuit in it,
Then we gonna give it to a heart attack clinic.

Catch me in the chevy bumpin' Yelawolf and Prof e'en though on rocket.

You're old I'm new.

Peep Show (video)

Download the song.
Sing-a-long rap-a-long with the lyrics.

Get Ready For "PEEP SHOW" Folks!

Tuesday August 7th

YOU HAVE TO LIKE THE VIDEO WHEN YOU FIRST SEE IT. (see explanation below)

Youtube has a page of charts and videos in each category that get more likes get a lot more views from the general public.  So if Prof's video got 20,000 likes in the first day it would be seen by just about everybody.  If it got 5000 likes in the first day it would get seen by everyone who checks the music section.

Myself - Video

Prof released the video for Myself today, May 9 2012.  Enjoy:

He's pretty intense.  That's about how I remember it being when I saw him at the show last summer.

Lyrics here.

Superstyle at SXSW

Prof was at SXSW this year, and I can't embed the video for some reason, so here's a link,  Superstyle.

King Gampo remixes

Prof asked for some King Gampo remixes a while ago, and it looks like they're about to start surfacing.  I'll update this post as new ones show up.

Karma, Budo remix

Yeah Buddy, Evil Bastards remix

Poor Me (lyrics)

Full song
Clean version (same as original)
Produced by 84 Caprice
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I thought that I would have whatever I want,
Oooh oooh.
Until I turned 16 and I don't' have a Galant.
Vroom vroom.
Meeee, poor me.
Oooh.
My mom and dad are probably gon' have to die tonight.
Meeee, poor me.

I'm so helpless, without my allowance I think I'm useless.
Give me my money, mama.
How are you gonna let your son struggle in the mall all weekend?
Is that what you want me to do, take myself right off the deep end?

Meeee, poor me.
Somebody help me please, help me please.

I'm dying in inside, I don't want to lose my mind.
I'm thinkin' that maybe I'll just sit back down and cry.
I'm dying inside, I don't want to lose my mind.
I'm thinking that maybe I'll just lay back down and die.

Meeee, poor me.

President (lyrics)

Produced by Willie Wonka
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I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.

Yup, two houses on the south side.
I bought land, motherfucker, meet me outside.
I crossed the globe slow, like a tornado.
Fuckin' with the P. R. O. F. is so
Past your honor roll, listen.

Look at this, another party sold out.
I made a movement in the norsk, it's the cold south.
This Ric Flair, it has got me on the swoll, SWOLL!
I'ma catch a million, I'ma buy a BOAT!
Who bucks like me? Kill the club dead.
Who fucks like me? I break the fuckin' bed.
Hustled up some bootstraps, son,
I tightened my belt,
It runs in my city, so I signed myself.
I'm a thorough-bred, Powderhorn is in my nuts.
I keep two of 'em, case some bitches wanna fuck.
People ask me if I'm the best as if that is a question,
If you thinkin' that you can be even with me, I'd find that quite offensive.


I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.

I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.

Back to the fast life, I'm a crack pipe,
And I guess my pace is sick.
Waitresses,
Put 'em all together till their faces kiss,
Basic shit.
These rappers shows is so bogus,
Oh no what a waste this is.
So sue me, Susie, spray a uzis in the path where the plaintiffs shits.
These whiskey muscles got me on the pump,
Today I'm 'bout to ride an elephant around the southside,
Eat some pussy for lunch.

Because this Ric Flair got me on the swoll, SWOLL!
I'ma catch a million, I'ma buy a BOAT!

Fuckin' rappers, they all dog shit.
They can get on their knees, I need my balls licked.
I need the whip fast, whiplash homeboy,
Get cash, own toys, piss test, NO!
Point blank is I remain the wildest MC in the state.
Catch a quick buzz and I lift up shot for shot try to keep pace.
Put it all together and you'll never find another rapper that will do a show like me.
I do what I want, whenever I feel, walk in the White House I don't even show ID!


I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.

I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.

Kaiser Von Powderhorn 3 Preview

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
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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
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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
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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.