Featuring: Yelawolf

Producer: The Beatchefs

[Hook: Prof] - x2
Up up and away, take me away
Light-speed on the game
To know where I come from is to
Know that it's all the same

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
R-o-c-k-e-t up
L-a-m-e-s down
Got cheap beer in a paper cup
Alabama homegrown by the pound, how does that sound?
With a small town, down south, comin' up, runnin' up to the club with Rocketman
Got a white-wall or two that'll run up on you with a Glock in hand
Hold that there, really high by a shot of this Jim Beam
Creak a motherfucker's engine
When I spit it, all the hot girls go ring-ring
Close to my roots like ginseng, Dixie Mafia
Droppin' this rock on top of ya'
I got a mean team
I got a fit-to-back, clear moonshine by the pound that'll have you seeing stars
I got people with Chevrolets that are friends of mine, that'll have you seeing cars
Riding by, flying by, rocket-ships that are sitting high
Put a city boy on top of the world with a Big Block bumper and pecan pie
Get a slice, get it twice, get it three times, I'm nuts
Skittin' by with about three or five bucks
Spending better off when I'm in a bind, trust
Smether from the deader and I don't give a fuck (Cud..)
So tell my folks that I'm on the way
I just broke through the ozone with my BluBlocker shades
Yelawolf!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Prof]
I am the Rocketman they talk about
I jump from star to star, I walk it out
Thinkin' of a better ticket, is another world to visit
Is it fitted in my mind rightly, tightly?
Could it really be another planet, would it matter?
Pitter-patter, could I really stay there daily, nightly?
Ooh, yes I will..
Ooh man, I swear to God..
Don't need permission, I'm just wishin' for a little nod
I work for NASA
I just need a little money
I get my training rights
Y'all won't even see me comin'..
I got a spaceship in my backyard I've been workin' on
I need an alternator, then peace to the haters, man, I'll take off
It's a free world out there, ain't it?
I let my mind loose and go chase it
A little lime juice, time to face it
I'm so close that I can taste it
Got a flashlight
Got the wolves by
Grab me Yelawolf and we'll look for a bulls-eye
E.T. phone-home with the chrome
When I'm in my zone, holmes
But a whole lotta' good die
So turn your lights off
I'm best up in the nighttime
Every time I see the moon
I'm lookin' at the bright side

[Hook]

[Bridge/Outro: Prof]
To know where I come from is to
It's all the same, man
To know where I come from is to
It's all the same, man
To know where I come from is to
It's all the same, man
To know where I come from is to
I am the Rainman!

(Let's go)
Let's break the ceiling (Y'all lame)
Let's break the ceiling (Let's go)
Let's break the ceiling
Let's break the ceiling!
I know that you pricks can't see me
I live in the stars
This is why you fucks can't be me
I was born on Mars

Prof

For Prof, the worlds of fact and fiction are often intertwined, as he balances on a fine line between real-life experiences and yet unfulfilled fantasies. The Minneapolis rapper has made a robust career for himself by crafting memorable songs about everything from heartache to arson to wild adventures with women. These terrific tales and his dynamic stage show have led to concerts and tours across the country, and have exposed him to life-altering experiences. They also planted a seed.

An accomplished and open-minded artist, Prof first started playing with a concept in one of his rhyme books years ago. As the idea germinated, the Minnesota artist decided to apply it to his life and his neighborhood while tapping into his vast imagination and his remarkable life. The result is Prof’s new album on Rhymesayers Entertainment, Powderhorn Suites, a wide-ranging artistic tour de force that places him among rap’s most gifted auteurs. “There’s so many different things happening in a hotel at one time,” Prof explains. “Somebody’s doing drugs. Somebody’s having sex. There’s a fight over there. Someone’s trying to get some rest over here. There’s just so much going on in one place.”

The same can be said for Powderhorn Suites, a remarkable rollercoaster of a project that hits stunning highs and features dramatic lows. “Squad Goals” rollicks along with a festive beat and a nod to the “U Name It” challenge, while the liberating “Outside Baby” celebrates women who are vocal during sex. With the tense “Numbers,” Prof, Muja Messiah and Taylor J detail the struggles that come with trying to make ends meet. Then on “Fire Lessons,” Prof draws from the real-life anger and emotion he felt after a tense night in which he was chased by police and hit rock bottom. The album concludes with a stunningly powerful group of songs in which Prof analyzes the lasting effects of a dysfunctional upbringing (“Flower Boy”), ends a relationship with his soulmate (“The Ending”), and gives himself a moment to be proud of his accomplishments (“Karma Legend”).