Prof

I've had this CD in my car stereo since the night I got it. It was the night of the Atmosphere, Blueprint, Prof and Evidence show at the Metro last August. I missed Prof's set, but I kept the disc his manager/table guy handed to me.

Seriously, one of my favorite freebies I've ever pocketed.

Not only is Prof one of the funniest motherfucking emcees I've ever stumbled across, the majority of these beats are fucking disgusting. The track Anamoly is one of my go to bangers, and after I fell in lust with the cinematic video game awesome I started to get a hardon for Prof's insanely hilarious vocal overdubs and conversational flow. When you finally get past the 3 minute mark and every single one of Prof's overdubs screamsings "YEAAAAAAAH" I feel like starting a fight with my steering wheel.

Not even mentioning the guest spot from Brother Ali (which is albino tits on a machete with hand wrapped leather handle dangles), this entire free album is fucking titties.

The sense of humor conveyed on every corner of every song is only slightly overshadowed by the fact that Prof is a fucking disgusting fucking emcee, using quick quips, rapid fire double and triple time rapz, and different vocal inflections to get his songs 80 miles past run of the mill.

Prof's singrap style shows up at the right fucking moments throughout King Gampo, and those who might not remember the chorus on Lucky or the verses on Corner, at least know the melody by heart instantly. No bullshit, dude's bluesy sing sangz on Whiskey prove Prof could easily front a band better than some of these tight pantsed hipster shits trying to sound sad. His vocals on Myself have that sloppy drunk jawed, I'm singing into my bathroom mirror while the rest of my fucking house burns, and he doesn't sound completely serious but why do I have these fucking goosebumps?

Prof is lighthearted as shit and (dare I say) cute as a NKOTB button on a jean jacket thrown over the shoulder of a guy who isn't afraid of making music, regardless of whether it fits in everyone else's definition of rap. But then just when you think you've got this dude's schtick fingered outz, he drops subject matter, like on The Season and Karma specifically, where he isn't necessarily delivering the raps any different, but he's fucking using words in a story in a way I can only respect the balls off of.

There's no wonder Atmosphere chose this dude to tour with them, he's captivating and unassuming and can probably drink my entire extended Irish Mexican family under the fucking table. But why wouldn't he? He's a *Gampo.

*I haven't googled Gampo yet. Don't ruin it for me bruh.