Unfortunately for Prof, there’s an underlying seriousness to his lyrics that he tries his hardest to cover with layer upon layer of party-perfect beats and rhymes. Growing up on the South Side of Minneapolis, Prof matured in step with the local hip-hop scene. In his 24 years, he’s seen some shit that can’t help but escape from his memory and into his songs, lending his lines the kind of wisdom that can only be born on hard city streets. He started free styling in eighth grade and, although he likes to have fun with his music, the swiftness of his rise to local fame shows how seriously he regards his rap career.
A rowdy young buck who loves a good time, Prof wants his music to inspire others to party it up with him. In a world where credibility is currency, Prof sticks a middle finger to those who feel hip-hop should be straight-faced and serious.
“Everyone’s trying to be a preacher or a politician— telling you how to live your life,” he says. “I’m not running for Senate. I’m doing this for fun and I don’t watch my mouth.”
Prof’s debut solo album, Project Gampo, definitely made a lasting impression on local music critics and hip-hop heads. “Prof is wall-to-wall here in all his glory, with clever one-liners out the a**, hyperactive and delicious vocab spills popped like collars- picture a supreme smarta** with gorilla swagger and a mouth as fast as his mind… Point blank, this kid’s got more flavor and flow than all five of your favorite MCs combined.” (City Pages, May 12, 2008)
Bar Breaker
Prof Lyrics
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Wooo! (Hey)
Okay, I′m 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 bars, bars, y'know what I′m talkin′ about?"
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 too, 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, hey
3 smoking hot chicks and a couple of babes
Call me the mailman how I come every day
If you ain't feeling my shit it′s completely understandable
I'm beyond rap, homie I'm speakin′ animal
Think about leaving they callin′ me bro
Finish a bottle and I'm good to go
Know 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 and I′m on that
Ooo-ryu-ken!
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 the amberlamp, on his way 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 impostors
Head like a dildo, back is made of rubber
I′m like the energizer bunny, I'm a tough mother (Hey)
Tomorrow′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 cannabis
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
The song "Bar Breaker" by Prof is a self-proclaimed parody of a rap song that is about how some people consider him not a "true rapper" despite his impressive skills. He questions what it means to be a "true rapper" and what he really is. He then introduces himself as "the bar breaker" and claims he should be kicked out of the club because he is a big bad wolf who is a fan of Jameson whiskey. He talks about his wild lifestyle, involving cave diving, skinny dipping with Dominican women, and drinking 80 proof drinks. He also claims to be so good at rap that it is not even fair.
Throughout the song, he incorporates humor and quirkiness in his lyrics, such as referencing Rosario Dawson impostors, hunting and fishing while streaking in his kitchen, and kidnapping his karate sensei for a black belt. Overall, the song challenges the idea of what it means to be a "true rapper" while showcasing Prof's unique and entertaining style.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh bless your heart, bless your heart
Sarcastic expression of gratitude towards those who doubt the singer's abilities
Wooo! (Hey)
Excited interjection
Okay, I’m reloaded! Yeah
Readiness to prove oneself
Some heads talking about me like
“That dude ain't a true rapper though, he ain't hip hop
He ain't got those bars, bars, y'know what I'm talkin' about?”
Whata, what, what does that make me, what am I really though?
Y'know what I mean, uh
Addressing the criticism against his rap abilities and questioning his identity
They call me the bar breaker
You should kick me out the club
Brags about breaking the conventional rules of hip hop to create unique form of music that deserves appreciation
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
Boasts his alpha demeanor, reckless behavior, and sexual prowess
I hustle like an Ethiopian custodian
Quick grab the trophies, you can leave behind the opium
Compares himself to a hardworking Ethiopian janitor and emphasizes how his achievements are worthy of recognition
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
Name-drops luxury hotel to assert his high social status and charm by turning any woman into his wife
I'm skinny dipping, swimmin' with young Dominican women
Last time I wasn't pimpin' it's been a minute (Hey)
Recounts another one of his sexual experiences to portray his playboy lifestyle
No need to pay me too, 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
Claims his skill is god-given and worth more than money, and his lines are better than anyone else's
3 smoking hot chicks and a couple of babes
Call me the mailman how I come every day
If you ain't feeling my shit it's completely understandable
I'm beyond rap, homie I'm speakin' animal
Boasts about never being short of female partners and calls himself a reliable figure in the rap industry, more like a primordial, exceptional force
Think about leaving they callin' me bro
Finish a bottle and I'm good to go
Know you're all laymen I'm not even bold
So untouchable I'm in the zone
Claims his potency to attract his male audience as well, and his immunity to criticism
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 and I'm on that
Ooo-ryu-ken!
Uses bawdy lyrics like wordplay and sexual innuendos to rouse listeners
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
Claims that even the underprivileged and educated folks are his fans and labels himself an out-of-control cowboy. He demands love and attraction from everyone, regardless of their outward appearance
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
Reveals his fetish for chubby women and proposes they engage in steamy, adventurous activities
I buck wild, I never have it together
Have you noticed I leave every show on a stretcher?
Prof in the amberlamp, on his way to the hotel
These hoes smell I hope the blow job goes well
Admits to his wild, out-of-control persona, and the audience's impression of him as someone who's always wrecked, and makes crude jokes about his sexual experiences
Whiskey in my IV, boner in my boxers
I'm always with some Rosario Dawson impostors
Head like a dildo, back is made of rubber
I'm like the energizer bunny, I'm a tough mother (Hey)
Boasts about his love for whiskey and how it keeps his party-hard lifestyle going, and how he surrounds himself with women who look like Rosario Dawson, and his penis' stamina to bounce back after sex
Tomorrow'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
Humorously predicts how he pities his Karate instructor, and will kidnap him to obtain a black belt. He also recalls how his beef with John Stamos gained more popularity than the Full House and will remain relevant for years to come
"What kind of man is this? high on medical cannabis
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
Cites a criticism of his behavior for crowds, as someone who starts a commotion, and mocks the listener's misunderstanding of his style, mentioning that he failed to be more humble even after several attempts
Writer(s): Bavitz Ian, Anderson Jacob Lukas
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