Beef rap
Could lead to gettin teeth capped
Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief crap
I suggest ya change ya diet
It can lead ta high blood pressure if ya fry it
Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease
It ain't no startin back once arteries start ta squeeze
Take the easy way out phony, until then
They know they wouldn't be talkin that bologna in the bullpen
So disgustin, pardon self as I discuss this
They talk a wealth of shit and they ain't never seen the justice
Bust this, like a cold milk from out the toilet
Two batteries some Brillo and some foil, he'a boil it
He be better off on PC glued
And it's a feud so don't be in no TV mood
Every week it's mystery meat, seaweed stewed (food, we need food!)
He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh
A rather ugly brother with flows that's gorgeous
Drop dead joints hit the whips like bird shit
They need it like a hole in they head or a third tit
Her bra smell, his card say: aw hell
Barred from all bars and kicked out the Carvel'
Keep a cooker where the jar fell
And keep a cheap hooker that's off the hook like Ma Bell
Top bleeding, maybe fella took the loaded rod gears
Stop feeding babies colored sugar-coated lard squares
The odd pairs swears and God fears
Even when it's rotten, we've gotten through the hard years
I wrote this note around New Year's
Off a couple a shots and a few beers, but who cares?
Enough about me, it's about the beats
Not about the streets and who food he about ta eat
A rhymin cannibal who's dressed to kill, it's cynical
Whether is it animal, vegetable, or mineral
It's a miracle how he get so lyrical
And proceed to move the crowd like a old Negro spiritual
For a mil' do a commercial for Mello Yello
Tell 'em devil's hell no, sell y'all own Jello
We hollow krills, she swallow pills
He follow flea collar three dollar bills
And squeal for halal veal, in y'all appeal
Dig the real, it's how the big ballers deal
Twirl a L after every meal (FOOD)
What up
To all rappers shut up with ya shuttin up
And keep your shirt on, at least a button up
Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin males?
Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendale's
They chippin nails, Doom... jippin scales
Let alone the pre-orders that's counted off shippin sales
This one goes out to all my peoples skippin bail
Dippin jail, whippin tail, and sippin ale
Light the doobie til it glow like a ruby
After which they couldn't find the Villain like Scooby
He's in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit
Overproof drunk shit, and who'da thunk it?
Punk try an ask why ours be better
It could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater
Yes, you, who's screwed by the dude on the CD nude (we need food!)
MF Doom - MM..FOOD (20th Anniversary Edition) Album Lyrics
MF Doom - MM..FOOD (20th Anniversary Edition) Lyrics
- Beef Rapp
- Hoe Cakes
- Potholderz
- One Beer
- Deep Fried Frenz
- Poo-Putt Platter
- Fillet-O-Rapper
- Gumbo
- Fig Leaf Bi-Carbonate
- Kon Karne
- Guinnessez
- Kon Queso
- Rapp Snitch Knishes
- Vomitspit
- Kookies
- One Beer (Madlib Remix)
- Hoe Cakes (Ant Remix)
- Hoe Cakes (Jake One Remix)
- Hoe Cakes (Beatboxapella)
- The Evolution From Zev Love X to MF DOOM
- Being Embraced by a Diverse Fanbase
- Conquering Writer's Block
- Doing Production vs. Working with Producers
- The Making of MM..FOOD
- MM..FOOD Favorites
- The Future with Metalface Records, Gas Drawls & Rhymesayers
Writer: Daniel Dumile Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Hoe Cakes
[Beatboxing is heard through the entire song]
[MF Doom]
KEEP YA HOES IN CHECK!(..Super!)
I got this girl and she wants me to duke Her
I told her I'd come scoop her around 8, she said "Super!"
that sounds great, shorty girl's a trooper
no matter what I need her to do, she be like "Super!"
own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa
on the microphone he flossed the ring "Super!
average emcees is like a TV blooper
MF DOOM...hes like D.B. Cooper
out wit the moolah, I let her get a outfit
jus to cool her off she said niggaz ain't about shit
I wonder if she meant it, I doubt it
the way it be in her mouth, she can't live witout it
and can't live with this, handle yo bidness
villain'll stay on a scandalous hoes shit list
one pack of cookies please Mr. Hooper
its fun smackin rookies, he is the "Super!"
look like a black wookie when he let his beard grow
weirdo, brown skin'ded always kept his hair low
rumor has it its a S-curl accident
DOOM was always known to keep the best girls backs bent
some say its the eyes, some say the accent
a lotta guys wonder where they stacks went
I call her thunder thighs, with the fatty swolla
only mess wit high rollas, do what daddy told her
no matter the city she with me to do the thang thang
work in the coochie, hooptie chitty chitty bang bang
same name on the titty as on the name ring
pretty like Baby D off "all in the same gang"
keep my eye on her really don't trust her
but I treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nut
and the heat to turn beef to horsemeat chalupa
teach her how to hold it, of course he is the "Super!"
see most cats treat her like foofer
or beat her to a stupor, take it from the "Super!"
ya need to make her feel cuter
and lay down the G like Luther, everythin'll be "Super!"
do for her, keep her in a new fur
so she look sweet when she go to meet the "Super!"
got the buddha get the Grenadiers, twist it
put it in the air, come 'ere, kiss it
listen here scooter, let her try to bag you
when she's on the rag never let her fry the Ragu
which will have you under some type of spell crying "dag boo"
her name on ya back in her tattoo
whether a bourgie broad, nerd hoe, street chick
don't call her wifey if you met her at the freaknick
you don't want her don't waste her time, I'll dupe her
oh and be a father to ya child like the "Super!"
he keep his hoes in check
sends 'em out to get glows from off frozen necks
tell 'em take his clothes, leave him posin nekkid for real
better yet, get 'em for the check off the record deal
find out where he keep the tek an the blue steel
make sure for extra wreck let 'em know how you feel
and while he's runnin down to all star weekend to ball
I'm comin with the U-HAUL!(Super!)
(..Super!) (...Super!)
[MF Doom]
KEEP YA HOES IN CHECK!(..Super!)
I got this girl and she wants me to duke Her
I told her I'd come scoop her around 8, she said "Super!"
that sounds great, shorty girl's a trooper
no matter what I need her to do, she be like "Super!"
own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa
on the microphone he flossed the ring "Super!
average emcees is like a TV blooper
MF DOOM...hes like D.B. Cooper
out wit the moolah, I let her get a outfit
jus to cool her off she said niggaz ain't about shit
I wonder if she meant it, I doubt it
the way it be in her mouth, she can't live witout it
and can't live with this, handle yo bidness
villain'll stay on a scandalous hoes shit list
one pack of cookies please Mr. Hooper
its fun smackin rookies, he is the "Super!"
look like a black wookie when he let his beard grow
weirdo, brown skin'ded always kept his hair low
rumor has it its a S-curl accident
DOOM was always known to keep the best girls backs bent
some say its the eyes, some say the accent
a lotta guys wonder where they stacks went
I call her thunder thighs, with the fatty swolla
only mess wit high rollas, do what daddy told her
no matter the city she with me to do the thang thang
work in the coochie, hooptie chitty chitty bang bang
same name on the titty as on the name ring
pretty like Baby D off "all in the same gang"
keep my eye on her really don't trust her
but I treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nut
and the heat to turn beef to horsemeat chalupa
teach her how to hold it, of course he is the "Super!"
see most cats treat her like foofer
or beat her to a stupor, take it from the "Super!"
ya need to make her feel cuter
and lay down the G like Luther, everythin'll be "Super!"
do for her, keep her in a new fur
so she look sweet when she go to meet the "Super!"
got the buddha get the Grenadiers, twist it
put it in the air, come 'ere, kiss it
listen here scooter, let her try to bag you
when she's on the rag never let her fry the Ragu
which will have you under some type of spell crying "dag boo"
her name on ya back in her tattoo
whether a bourgie broad, nerd hoe, street chick
don't call her wifey if you met her at the freaknick
you don't want her don't waste her time, I'll dupe her
oh and be a father to ya child like the "Super!"
he keep his hoes in check
sends 'em out to get glows from off frozen necks
tell 'em take his clothes, leave him posin nekkid for real
better yet, get 'em for the check off the record deal
find out where he keep the tek an the blue steel
make sure for extra wreck let 'em know how you feel
and while he's runnin down to all star weekend to ball
I'm comin with the U-HAUL!(Super!)
(..Super!) (...Super!)
Writer: HORTON FOTIN
Copyright: Lyrics © SPIRIT MUSIC GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © SPIRIT MUSIC GROUP
Potholderz
(feat. Count Bass-D (Dwight Spits))
[DWIGHT SPITS]
I strive to be humble lest I stumble
Never sold a jumbo or copped chicken with it's mumbo sauce
Tyson is a Fowl holocaust
Fill and gas your whole head up with poetry I'm fed up
Ignore cordon bluh
Stand up get up
Lunge for your knife
Don't forget your potholders
[MF DOOM]
What
These old things
About to throw them away
With the gold rings that make 'em don't fit like O.J
Usually I take them off with oil of ole
MC's is crabs in a barrel pass the old bay
Hot as hell and it's a cold day in it
Working on a way that we roll away tinted
Some say the price of holdin heat is often too high
You either be in a coffin or you be the new guy
The one that's too fly to eat shoe pie
[never too busy]
Never too busy when it comes down to you and I
[Swear to god]
A lot of niggaz wish to die
Need to hold they horses
There's bigger fish to fry
Your on the list
If not hit the number spot
Ten and a half Timbs is made to kick your bumbaclot
Could have had a V-8
F-150 quad cab but I'll be straight
Money comes and goes like that two bit hussy that night that tried to rush me
Dwight pass da dutchie
So I can calm down so they don't get it twisted
Take it from the fire side it wont get blistered
Got it
What happened oh it's not lit
These metal fingers be holding hot shit
[DWIGHT SPITS]
When I was four I pen god was born in new york
Back in seventy seven still got nan in the crescent
The effervescent of gods presence is thick
Unlike vapor
Escarole
extra roll
Word to the baker
Peace to the hard working ginger bread makers
Looked her up and down said hmmmm too much make up
Poor music taste
Ten years from being grown up
Rappers don't blow up heads do
[awwwww shit]
My name is Dwight Spits
I'ma sonic addict
I use to think it was merely a dangling habit
Born under a bad sign
I'm serious about this curse of mine
I strive to flip it in the fine wine
Barely born a virgin is what the stars said
Black not white red all over doe like elmo
Twenty eight years have passed I feel I'm peaking
I make music every weekend
It's a chore
A fact of life
A labor of love
I get mad love but I can test the labor
And it's wages
You know death
I serving life from this gift of god
Don't forget your potholders my niggaz
[DWIGHT SPITS]
I strive to be humble lest I stumble
Never sold a jumbo or copped chicken with it's mumbo sauce
Tyson is a Fowl holocaust
Fill and gas your whole head up with poetry I'm fed up
Ignore cordon bluh
Stand up get up
Lunge for your knife
Don't forget your potholders
[MF DOOM]
What
These old things
About to throw them away
With the gold rings that make 'em don't fit like O.J
Usually I take them off with oil of ole
MC's is crabs in a barrel pass the old bay
Hot as hell and it's a cold day in it
Working on a way that we roll away tinted
Some say the price of holdin heat is often too high
You either be in a coffin or you be the new guy
The one that's too fly to eat shoe pie
[never too busy]
Never too busy when it comes down to you and I
[Swear to god]
A lot of niggaz wish to die
Need to hold they horses
There's bigger fish to fry
Your on the list
If not hit the number spot
Ten and a half Timbs is made to kick your bumbaclot
Could have had a V-8
F-150 quad cab but I'll be straight
Money comes and goes like that two bit hussy that night that tried to rush me
Dwight pass da dutchie
So I can calm down so they don't get it twisted
Take it from the fire side it wont get blistered
Got it
What happened oh it's not lit
These metal fingers be holding hot shit
[DWIGHT SPITS]
When I was four I pen god was born in new york
Back in seventy seven still got nan in the crescent
The effervescent of gods presence is thick
Unlike vapor
Escarole
extra roll
Word to the baker
Peace to the hard working ginger bread makers
Looked her up and down said hmmmm too much make up
Poor music taste
Ten years from being grown up
Rappers don't blow up heads do
[awwwww shit]
My name is Dwight Spits
I'ma sonic addict
I use to think it was merely a dangling habit
Born under a bad sign
I'm serious about this curse of mine
I strive to flip it in the fine wine
Barely born a virgin is what the stars said
Black not white red all over doe like elmo
Twenty eight years have passed I feel I'm peaking
I make music every weekend
It's a chore
A fact of life
A labor of love
I get mad love but I can test the labor
And it's wages
You know death
I serving life from this gift of god
Don't forget your potholders my niggaz
Writer: Daniel Thompson, Dwight Farrell
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Exploration Group LLC
One Beer
[MF Doom]
I get no kick from champagne
Their alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why shouldn't it be true
I get a kick out of brew
[MF Doom]
There is only one beer left
Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf
Tempt me
Do a number on the label
Eat up all their MC's and drink 'em under the table like
It's on me
Put it on my tab kid
However you get there
Foot it, Cab it, Iron horse it
You leaving on your face forfeit
I crush the mic hold it like the heat he might toss it
Told him tell they stole it
He told her he lost it
She told him get off it, and a bunch other more shit
Getting money
DT's be getting no new leads
It's like he eating watermelon stay spitting new seeds
It's da weed give me some of what he's drooping off
Soon as he wake up choking like it was whooping cough
The group been soft
First hour at the open bar and their trooping off
He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road
She asked him to autograph her dareair
It read to wide load this yard bird taste like fried toad
Turned love villain
Take pride and code words
Crooked eye mold nerd geek with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart
Study how to eat to dine by the pizza guy
No he's not to fly to skeet in a skezzers eye
And squeeze her thigh
Maybe giver her curves a feel
And the same way she feel it when she flow with nerves of steel
They call him super when they need their back or plumbing fixed
Powers only one left the pack comes in six
Whatever happened to two and three
A hood tried to slide with four and five and got caught
Like what you doing G
Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy
Matter fact not for nothing right now you and me
Looser than a pair of adidas
I hope you bought your spare tweeters
MC's sound like cheerleaders
Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
Dude can't do his thing again no matter how be blinging
You do it for the smelly hubbies
Seeds know what time it is like it's time for tellie tubbies
Few can do it even fewer can sell it
Take it from the dude who wears mask like a tarded helmet
He plots shows like robberies
In and out
One, two, three, no bodies please
Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt
The mic is the shootie nobody move nobody get hurt
Bring heat like the boy I'm going to war
Came in the door, and everybody on the floor
A whole string of jobs like we are on tour
Everynight on the score coming to your corner store
I get no kick from champagne
Their alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why shouldn't it be true
I get a kick out of brew
[MF Doom]
There is only one beer left
Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf
Tempt me
Do a number on the label
Eat up all their MC's and drink 'em under the table like
It's on me
Put it on my tab kid
However you get there
Foot it, Cab it, Iron horse it
You leaving on your face forfeit
I crush the mic hold it like the heat he might toss it
Told him tell they stole it
He told her he lost it
She told him get off it, and a bunch other more shit
Getting money
DT's be getting no new leads
It's like he eating watermelon stay spitting new seeds
It's da weed give me some of what he's drooping off
Soon as he wake up choking like it was whooping cough
The group been soft
First hour at the open bar and their trooping off
He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road
She asked him to autograph her dareair
It read to wide load this yard bird taste like fried toad
Turned love villain
Take pride and code words
Crooked eye mold nerd geek with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart
Study how to eat to dine by the pizza guy
No he's not to fly to skeet in a skezzers eye
And squeeze her thigh
Maybe giver her curves a feel
And the same way she feel it when she flow with nerves of steel
They call him super when they need their back or plumbing fixed
Powers only one left the pack comes in six
Whatever happened to two and three
A hood tried to slide with four and five and got caught
Like what you doing G
Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy
Matter fact not for nothing right now you and me
Looser than a pair of adidas
I hope you bought your spare tweeters
MC's sound like cheerleaders
Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
Dude can't do his thing again no matter how be blinging
You do it for the smelly hubbies
Seeds know what time it is like it's time for tellie tubbies
Few can do it even fewer can sell it
Take it from the dude who wears mask like a tarded helmet
He plots shows like robberies
In and out
One, two, three, no bodies please
Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt
The mic is the shootie nobody move nobody get hurt
Bring heat like the boy I'm going to war
Came in the door, and everybody on the floor
A whole string of jobs like we are on tour
Everynight on the score coming to your corner store
Writer: DANIEL DUMILE THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Deep Fried Frenz
[Whodini]
Before we go any furthur..FRIENDS!
[MF Doom]
As you call em, they call you when they need somethin
Trees for the blunt 'n, to g's for the frontin
I found a way to get piece of mind for years
And left the hell alone, turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone
Send me a letter, or better, we could see each other in real life
Just so you could feel me like a steel knife
At least so you could see the white of they eyes
Bright wit surprise, once they finish spittin lies
Asssociates, is your boys, your girls, bitches, niggaz, homies?
close, but really don't know me
Mom, dad, comrade, peeps, brothers, sisters, duns, dunnies
Some come around when they need some money
Others make us laugh like the Sunday funnies
Fam be around whether you paid or bummy
You could either ignore this advice, or take it from me
Be too nice and people take you for a dummy
So nowadays he ain't so friendly
Actually they wouldn't even made a worthy enemy
Read the signs: no feeding the baboon
Seein as how they got ya back bleeding from the stab wounds
Ya'll know the dance, they smile in ya face, ya'll know the glance
Try ta put 'em on, they blow the chance
Never let your so-called mans know ya plans
[Whodini:] (How many of us have them?)... a show of hands
[Whodini:] (FRIENDS!)
Is a term some people use loosely
I'm real choosy on what I choose to let crews see
You telling me, I try ta act broke
Jealousy, the number one killer among black folk
Fellas be under some type a spell, like crack smoke
Ghetto cinderellas, lead 'em right to your stack loc
Just another way a chick'll lead to your end
I check the dictionary for the meanin of Friends
It said: Person, one who likes to socialize with
Sympathise and help her, and that's about the size of it
Most of the time these attributes is one-sided
To bolster the crime, they apt to shoot you through your eyelid
And they can't hide it, goin wild like a white bitch
Sometimes ya need to cut niggaz off like a light switch
(Click!) an when things get quiet
Catch 'em like a thief in the night (Bow!) what a riot
I first met Mister Fantastik at a arms deal
Don't let it get drastic, think of how yer moms'll feel
When it get for real, the steel get to sparkin
Everything darken, and ain't no talkin
For somethin so cheap it sure buys a lot of trouble
Ya better off focusing than tryin ta plot the bubble
Or else it'd be a sad note to end on, the guns we got is
(Whodini: One's we can depend on..FRIENDS!)
Some come in the form of co-dependence
Alotta times only end up bein co-defendants
Ten bucks say they tell for a lower sentence
And leave you up under the jail, beggin for a penance
It don't make no sense, what happened to the loyalty?
Honor amongst crooks, trust amongst royalty
I'd rather go out in a blaze, than give 'em the glory
[Whodini:] (How many of us have-)...a similar story
[Whodini:] (FRIENDS!)
Before lovers we used to have some type of overstanding
Just so when I let her get the man thing, she know its no strings
We could do the damn thing, but hoe its no rings
Just how the tramp swings, will she see 'em again?
That depends on how good was the skins
And could she memorize the lessons, it ain't no need to pretend
Even though she let 'em stab it, she know they just... (friends)
[Whodini: Singing]
FRIENDS! How many of us have them?
FRIENDS! Ones we can depend on?
FRIENDS! How many of us have them?
FRIENDS! Before we go any furthur....
Before we go any furthur..FRIENDS!
[MF Doom]
As you call em, they call you when they need somethin
Trees for the blunt 'n, to g's for the frontin
I found a way to get piece of mind for years
And left the hell alone, turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone
Send me a letter, or better, we could see each other in real life
Just so you could feel me like a steel knife
At least so you could see the white of they eyes
Bright wit surprise, once they finish spittin lies
Asssociates, is your boys, your girls, bitches, niggaz, homies?
close, but really don't know me
Mom, dad, comrade, peeps, brothers, sisters, duns, dunnies
Some come around when they need some money
Others make us laugh like the Sunday funnies
Fam be around whether you paid or bummy
You could either ignore this advice, or take it from me
Be too nice and people take you for a dummy
So nowadays he ain't so friendly
Actually they wouldn't even made a worthy enemy
Read the signs: no feeding the baboon
Seein as how they got ya back bleeding from the stab wounds
Ya'll know the dance, they smile in ya face, ya'll know the glance
Try ta put 'em on, they blow the chance
Never let your so-called mans know ya plans
[Whodini:] (How many of us have them?)... a show of hands
[Whodini:] (FRIENDS!)
Is a term some people use loosely
I'm real choosy on what I choose to let crews see
You telling me, I try ta act broke
Jealousy, the number one killer among black folk
Fellas be under some type a spell, like crack smoke
Ghetto cinderellas, lead 'em right to your stack loc
Just another way a chick'll lead to your end
I check the dictionary for the meanin of Friends
It said: Person, one who likes to socialize with
Sympathise and help her, and that's about the size of it
Most of the time these attributes is one-sided
To bolster the crime, they apt to shoot you through your eyelid
And they can't hide it, goin wild like a white bitch
Sometimes ya need to cut niggaz off like a light switch
(Click!) an when things get quiet
Catch 'em like a thief in the night (Bow!) what a riot
I first met Mister Fantastik at a arms deal
Don't let it get drastic, think of how yer moms'll feel
When it get for real, the steel get to sparkin
Everything darken, and ain't no talkin
For somethin so cheap it sure buys a lot of trouble
Ya better off focusing than tryin ta plot the bubble
Or else it'd be a sad note to end on, the guns we got is
(Whodini: One's we can depend on..FRIENDS!)
Some come in the form of co-dependence
Alotta times only end up bein co-defendants
Ten bucks say they tell for a lower sentence
And leave you up under the jail, beggin for a penance
It don't make no sense, what happened to the loyalty?
Honor amongst crooks, trust amongst royalty
I'd rather go out in a blaze, than give 'em the glory
[Whodini:] (How many of us have-)...a similar story
[Whodini:] (FRIENDS!)
Before lovers we used to have some type of overstanding
Just so when I let her get the man thing, she know its no strings
We could do the damn thing, but hoe its no rings
Just how the tramp swings, will she see 'em again?
That depends on how good was the skins
And could she memorize the lessons, it ain't no need to pretend
Even though she let 'em stab it, she know they just... (friends)
[Whodini: Singing]
FRIENDS! How many of us have them?
FRIENDS! Ones we can depend on?
FRIENDS! How many of us have them?
FRIENDS! Before we go any furthur....
Writer: Daniel Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer: Daniel Dumile Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Fillet-O-Rapper
Whenever I'm expecting a lot of company
Haven't had a lot of company in a long time
But if I were expecting some
I'd whip up a really (ugh) substantial meal
You see how strong I am? (heh)
It's from eating all this stuff
Good healthy meal like the, fillet
Now that's what they call, soul food
Now you got black-eyed peas
Carrot greens
Collard greens
Cornbread
Watermelon
And for dessert
Pork butts
Eat heartily gentlemen
I got a really stressful day and I really really needed some food
Something healthy like beets
Showed you how good it is
Well you may say "I don't think I'd care for that"
So you could also fix yourself a
Haven't had a lot of company in a long time
But if I were expecting some
I'd whip up a really (ugh) substantial meal
You see how strong I am? (heh)
It's from eating all this stuff
Good healthy meal like the, fillet
Now that's what they call, soul food
Now you got black-eyed peas
Carrot greens
Collard greens
Cornbread
Watermelon
And for dessert
Pork butts
Eat heartily gentlemen
I got a really stressful day and I really really needed some food
Something healthy like beets
Showed you how good it is
Well you may say "I don't think I'd care for that"
So you could also fix yourself a
Writer: Daniel Dumile Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Gumbo
Gumbo!
You gotta watch your gums on this
But it's, it's very good, it's very healthy
(Not perfect for every situation but edible wrappers could actually beef up your next meal)
You would only want to use the wraps when there's no food associated with the use of the wraps
So, uh, some potential uses include, um, wrapping bolt packed in a larger package
And in that case, the, the wrap will actually form into a sauce when you cooked, your meats
Um, there's also been interest in, um, development of using the wrap
And then actually rip up the wrap in case you will get weary the next day
(It's hoped edible wrappers will do a couple of things
Create a new demand for produce
Stop throwing out as much garbage as they do
And eat more chitlins)
You gotta watch your gums on this
But it's, it's very good, it's very healthy
(Not perfect for every situation but edible wrappers could actually beef up your next meal)
You would only want to use the wraps when there's no food associated with the use of the wraps
So, uh, some potential uses include, um, wrapping bolt packed in a larger package
And in that case, the, the wrap will actually form into a sauce when you cooked, your meats
Um, there's also been interest in, um, development of using the wrap
And then actually rip up the wrap in case you will get weary the next day
(It's hoped edible wrappers will do a couple of things
Create a new demand for produce
Stop throwing out as much garbage as they do
And eat more chitlins)
Writer: Daniel Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Fig Leaf Bi-Carbonate
Well anyway
You may be saying about now
"How in the world is that old fella eat all of that crazy stuff
And not get sick to his stomach?"
Haha, well, don't worry about that
You see, whenever I make a pig of myself on the filet
Or the pudding or something
I mix up some herbs and
I come up with a dandy glass of this
Bicarbonate of fig leaf
That'll set me free, I'll tell you
Ugh
Edible wrappers may be in grocery stores as soon as months from now
You've heard of good to the last drop
Well your food could soon be good to the last bite
Wow! That was loud!
Got to ya, huh?
Here's an interesting note: artificial colors
Yellows or reds
Let's focus on the red
In addition to FD&C red number 40, the FDA has approved
Certain food coloring additives, some are actually poison!
If you aren't sure of the additives or colorings in the products you've purchased, leave it alone!
Poison!
Bad news!
That's right!
Thank you
Well, I think that about covers all of the natural foods out here
Now then, I have to go take my dessert here
I have to go
I'm conducting a cooking class today
Good health to you all!
Uh, over this way
Look out!
Alright pops, still feel like charging me for that meal?
One look at his feature-less face
One look was enough to ensure his safety
As years passed, he became even more bitter and angry
Burning with vengeance against the world
Finally, amidst hidden scrolls, he found what he'd been seeking
Then, clothed in a suit of invulnerable armor
And possessing the worlds greatest secrets of science and magic, he returned to his homeland
And there he has remained
Scheming, dreaming, planning
Plotting his mad campaign to conquer the entire world
(I can't believe it!)
(Alright, don't make a big deal about it)
I warn you Doom, you've gone too far
(Yeah!)
That'll do it doom, get your machine
You may be saying about now
"How in the world is that old fella eat all of that crazy stuff
And not get sick to his stomach?"
Haha, well, don't worry about that
You see, whenever I make a pig of myself on the filet
Or the pudding or something
I mix up some herbs and
I come up with a dandy glass of this
Bicarbonate of fig leaf
That'll set me free, I'll tell you
Ugh
Edible wrappers may be in grocery stores as soon as months from now
You've heard of good to the last drop
Well your food could soon be good to the last bite
Wow! That was loud!
Got to ya, huh?
Here's an interesting note: artificial colors
Yellows or reds
Let's focus on the red
In addition to FD&C red number 40, the FDA has approved
Certain food coloring additives, some are actually poison!
If you aren't sure of the additives or colorings in the products you've purchased, leave it alone!
Poison!
Bad news!
That's right!
Thank you
Well, I think that about covers all of the natural foods out here
Now then, I have to go take my dessert here
I have to go
I'm conducting a cooking class today
Good health to you all!
Uh, over this way
Look out!
Alright pops, still feel like charging me for that meal?
One look at his feature-less face
One look was enough to ensure his safety
As years passed, he became even more bitter and angry
Burning with vengeance against the world
Finally, amidst hidden scrolls, he found what he'd been seeking
Then, clothed in a suit of invulnerable armor
And possessing the worlds greatest secrets of science and magic, he returned to his homeland
And there he has remained
Scheming, dreaming, planning
Plotting his mad campaign to conquer the entire world
(I can't believe it!)
(Alright, don't make a big deal about it)
I warn you Doom, you've gone too far
(Yeah!)
That'll do it doom, get your machine
Writer: Daniel Dumile Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Kon Karne
[MF Doom]
Darker than the east river
Larger than the Empire State
Where the beats to guard the barbed wire gate
Is on the job not my fate
Tired of the wait to the villain bring deliverance from the dire straits
Fire at a higher rate
Why'd they make the liars
Fliers scatter
Buy a plate
Isolate the wires
Try the straight pliers if not the vise grips
A real price saver way to acquire nice whips
What a steal for real on wheels of steel
Stunner a funner summer number one meal deal bummer
A bizarre phenomenon is your armor on
Take ya cash coma or break ya fast Ramadan
Trons action drama awww come on barney
Clack clack pardon me wack rap Kon Karne
He came to feed the childrens like Sally Strothers
After that he's going back to cali where's da
[love is]
Wilder than the nile
Old power like the great pyramids of giza
And stay leanin like the tower of pisa
Give him something he can feel that's off the squeeza
Raw with the pen and on the mic off the hezza
Get shot off that wide eye talk
If he had a pot he'd still piss on the sidewalk
Can't take the street out the street person
Looking for the perfect beat co worsen into heat bursting
They couldn't spot him on the spot date
Got the only tape that comes with a free hot plate
Whoever do get to see me sing
With the 3-D ring sittin stationary like B.B. King
Can see how it really sting
It ain't no front row
Standing room only at the motorcross stunt show
The ruckus ain't up to snuffiluffigus me and Sub is like the brown Smothers Brothers
Faster than the seven seas
Bigger than mount kilimanjaro
If they don't know fill them in tomorrow
And the horror show
I'm into no return bars regularly
Swear to god before he gets a job he robs head hurt
Blessed with a hot flow
Tested and got doe
Invested and stressed the best to finest an opto
As I reminisce never forgot when I was very broke
Shot the henny straight couldn't afford to cop the cherry coke
Or should I say broke with wealth
To know enough to give them just rope to yoke they self
Playin me before I take the ring and pawn it
The long arm of the law couldn't even put they fingers on it
Dog on it
Do the statistics
How he bust lyrics was to futuristic for ballistics
And far to eccentric for forensics
I dedicate this mix to Subroc the Hip Hop Hendrix
Darker than the east river
Larger than the Empire State
Where the beats to guard the barbed wire gate
Is on the job not my fate
Tired of the wait to the villain bring deliverance from the dire straits
Fire at a higher rate
Why'd they make the liars
Fliers scatter
Buy a plate
Isolate the wires
Try the straight pliers if not the vise grips
A real price saver way to acquire nice whips
What a steal for real on wheels of steel
Stunner a funner summer number one meal deal bummer
A bizarre phenomenon is your armor on
Take ya cash coma or break ya fast Ramadan
Trons action drama awww come on barney
Clack clack pardon me wack rap Kon Karne
He came to feed the childrens like Sally Strothers
After that he's going back to cali where's da
[love is]
Wilder than the nile
Old power like the great pyramids of giza
And stay leanin like the tower of pisa
Give him something he can feel that's off the squeeza
Raw with the pen and on the mic off the hezza
Get shot off that wide eye talk
If he had a pot he'd still piss on the sidewalk
Can't take the street out the street person
Looking for the perfect beat co worsen into heat bursting
They couldn't spot him on the spot date
Got the only tape that comes with a free hot plate
Whoever do get to see me sing
With the 3-D ring sittin stationary like B.B. King
Can see how it really sting
It ain't no front row
Standing room only at the motorcross stunt show
The ruckus ain't up to snuffiluffigus me and Sub is like the brown Smothers Brothers
Faster than the seven seas
Bigger than mount kilimanjaro
If they don't know fill them in tomorrow
And the horror show
I'm into no return bars regularly
Swear to god before he gets a job he robs head hurt
Blessed with a hot flow
Tested and got doe
Invested and stressed the best to finest an opto
As I reminisce never forgot when I was very broke
Shot the henny straight couldn't afford to cop the cherry coke
Or should I say broke with wealth
To know enough to give them just rope to yoke they self
Playin me before I take the ring and pawn it
The long arm of the law couldn't even put they fingers on it
Dog on it
Do the statistics
How he bust lyrics was to futuristic for ballistics
And far to eccentric for forensics
I dedicate this mix to Subroc the Hip Hop Hendrix
Writer: Daniel Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Guinnessez
[Penstemon]
Gentlemen, my favorite shit, so I've never forsaken it
I persevere, make it fit, sculpting and reshaping it
Taking sips off a fifth of if, passionate
Intense, incense candles lit, scandalous
Emotional bandages, why would he abandon this?
Guess he couldn't handle it, the boss is magnanimous
[4ize]
War wound, purple heart, love veteran
Morphine, pain killers, drugs and medicine
Anything just to forget the hurt
Incoming! Take cover, hit the dirt
On the front-line, there's casualties in the mind
And the POW's get left behind
Mentally scarred for life, love is war
And some chicks are just too hard to wife
Writer: Thomas Fehlmann
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Kon Queso
[MF Doom]
...Give it a sec for the pain to start
This wreck right here it ain't for the faint of heart
They thought they saw the worst verse
From the team of G men who seem like nerds at first
Once they get to know us people dig us
Leaders in the fight for equal rights for niggaz
Inventor of the more demented flow nobody doubt it
This go for if ya bout it bout it or rowdy rowdy
Whatevers clever the master fold
Who every hooka heard a but now HO NO
If we see tomorrow the next day classes
The villain in the back with the x-ray glasses [Pause]
Have no fear the ninja here
Feel em like the tinge in ya ear from drinkin ginger beer
When it's on loco head gon' lay low
And heat it like beef patty coco bread con queso
If you say so lace the whole case load
They say he wear a metal mask in case his face show
He told em they flows is bitch talk and ayo's
His whole crew walk with pitchfork and halo's
Say OH if you never worked a J-O
And keep more cash then a stash in a peso
Okay yo ya'll know who to follow
Tie em up in the crib and leave the place hollow
..Oh shoot the goose shes loose
So wild you couldnt chase it down with straight fruit juice
Frown like the first time you taste cous cous
Stash the deuce deuce
Troops askin truce truce
Today on intense wreck week
We have the super villain in his own defense to speak
It's all part of my mental techniques
Available to freaks and pencil neck geeks
Train the same brain to a insane train of thought
On a campaign trail he came to gain ya support
Charge cash for a autograph
Say some shit to make ya daughta laugh
Then slaughta the ass
Seem em on the big screen like Steve McQueen
Do something and never be back once he leave the scene
Keep more medicated pads then Stridex
For his own sidewrecks with no known side effects
Before you press charges use ya noodle
So what when he grab the mic he scratch ya cute cuticles
Keep ya mouth shut everything'll be beautiful
It would be often rude to you now get back to ya hooty hoo
Damnit it ain't worth the drama can it
From the calm bandit eat rhymers like pomegranate
Soon as he stepped in he lit the room
Boom reschedule my noon with Britt Hume (Doom!)
In love with Mary Jane she's my main thing
Pulled her right from that webhead what a lame brain
Maintain say it dont spray it
Wanna see ya girl again ya might as well pay it
If I had a dime for every rhymer who bust guns
I'll have a cool mill for my sons in trust funds
When I was broker than a broke dick dog
I always kept a L to smoke in thick fog
When it rain it sure do thunderstorm
I got more rhymes in the summer than musty underarms
One two microphone checker
First learned to neck off a Home-Ec homewrecker
This is back when he was like crib age
When he hit the stage its like a gauge to the rib cage
Break the mic like a rock star break a guitar
Jump off the stage like "Yee haw!"
...Give it a sec for the pain to start
This wreck right here it ain't for the faint of heart
They thought they saw the worst verse
From the team of G men who seem like nerds at first
Once they get to know us people dig us
Leaders in the fight for equal rights for niggaz
Inventor of the more demented flow nobody doubt it
This go for if ya bout it bout it or rowdy rowdy
Whatevers clever the master fold
Who every hooka heard a but now HO NO
If we see tomorrow the next day classes
The villain in the back with the x-ray glasses [Pause]
Have no fear the ninja here
Feel em like the tinge in ya ear from drinkin ginger beer
When it's on loco head gon' lay low
And heat it like beef patty coco bread con queso
If you say so lace the whole case load
They say he wear a metal mask in case his face show
He told em they flows is bitch talk and ayo's
His whole crew walk with pitchfork and halo's
Say OH if you never worked a J-O
And keep more cash then a stash in a peso
Okay yo ya'll know who to follow
Tie em up in the crib and leave the place hollow
..Oh shoot the goose shes loose
So wild you couldnt chase it down with straight fruit juice
Frown like the first time you taste cous cous
Stash the deuce deuce
Troops askin truce truce
Today on intense wreck week
We have the super villain in his own defense to speak
It's all part of my mental techniques
Available to freaks and pencil neck geeks
Train the same brain to a insane train of thought
On a campaign trail he came to gain ya support
Charge cash for a autograph
Say some shit to make ya daughta laugh
Then slaughta the ass
Seem em on the big screen like Steve McQueen
Do something and never be back once he leave the scene
Keep more medicated pads then Stridex
For his own sidewrecks with no known side effects
Before you press charges use ya noodle
So what when he grab the mic he scratch ya cute cuticles
Keep ya mouth shut everything'll be beautiful
It would be often rude to you now get back to ya hooty hoo
Damnit it ain't worth the drama can it
From the calm bandit eat rhymers like pomegranate
Soon as he stepped in he lit the room
Boom reschedule my noon with Britt Hume (Doom!)
In love with Mary Jane she's my main thing
Pulled her right from that webhead what a lame brain
Maintain say it dont spray it
Wanna see ya girl again ya might as well pay it
If I had a dime for every rhymer who bust guns
I'll have a cool mill for my sons in trust funds
When I was broker than a broke dick dog
I always kept a L to smoke in thick fog
When it rain it sure do thunderstorm
I got more rhymes in the summer than musty underarms
One two microphone checker
First learned to neck off a Home-Ec homewrecker
This is back when he was like crib age
When he hit the stage its like a gauge to the rib cage
Break the mic like a rock star break a guitar
Jump off the stage like "Yee haw!"
Writer: Daniel Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Rapp Snitch Knishes
(feat. Mr. Fantastik)
[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
Yo..
[MF Doom: Talking]
Yo
[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
MF Doom
[MF Doom: Talking]
Mr. Fantastik
[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
Mr. Fantastik
[MF Doom: Talking]
The villain
[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
What up, nigga?
[MF Doom: Talking]
Ain't nuttin, what's the word?
[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
What's cracking, boy?
[MF Doom: Talking]
Same ol' shit, kid
[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
Man..rap snitches man..shit is bugged out, man, the f*ck man
[MF Doom: Talking]
You telling me
[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
Niggaz running their mouth, telling anything, anything!
[Chorus x2: Mr. Fantastik]
Rap snitches, tellin all their business
Sit in the court and be they own star witness
Do you see the perpetrator, yeah I'm right here
F*ck around and get the whole label sent up for years (Huh)
[Mr. Fantastik]
Type profile low, like ay get paid in full
Attract heavy cash cuz the game's centrifical
Mister Fantastik long though like elastic
Got my life between glocks, it's made out of plastic
Can't stand the brown nosin nigga fake ass bastard
Admiring my style so I bust through Manhattan
Since plottin, plan the quickest, my flow is the sickest
My hoes be the thickest, my dro.. the stickiest
Street nigga, stamped and bonafide
When beef jump niggaz come get me cuz they know I ride
Two to the ski mask, New York's my origin
Play a fake gangsta like a old accordian
Accordin ta him, when the deed's rushed in
Complication from the wild testimony was thin
Caused his man ta go up north, the ball hit 'em again
Blame rap snitch nigga, even told on the mexican
[Chorus x2: Mr. Fantastik] [The second time the chorus is repeated, it doesn't end with "Huh"]
Rap snitches, tellin all their business
Sit in the court and be they own star witness
Do you see the perpetrator, yeah i'm right here
F*ck around get the whole label sent up for years (Huh)
[MF Doom]
True, there's rules to this shit, fools dare care
Everybody wanna rule the world with tears for fear
Yeah yeah tell 'em tell it on the mountain hill
Runnin up they mouth bill, everybody doubtin still
Informer, keep it up and get tested
Pop through the bubble vest or double breasted
He keep a lab down south in the little beast
So much heat you woulda thought it was the middle east
A little grease always keeps the wheels a spinnin
Like sittin on twenty threes to get the squeelers grinnin
Hittin on many trees, feel real linen
Spittin on enemies, get the steel for tin men
Where no brains but gum flap
He said his gun clap, then he fled after one slap
(Pat!) son shut your trap, save it for the bitches
MMM...delicious, rap snitch knishes
[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
You know what I'm saying? It's a terrible-crazy, man
Just analyzing this all game, it's bugged out
Niggaz snitching..telling on them allselves
[MF Doom: Talking]
It's a horror, man..
[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
F*ck around..and get anybody bagged, man..
F*ck around and get yo mama bagged, nigga..
You know your grandmama begging..fake hustling nigga
[Laughter]
[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
Yo..
[MF Doom: Talking]
Yo
[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
MF Doom
[MF Doom: Talking]
Mr. Fantastik
[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
Mr. Fantastik
[MF Doom: Talking]
The villain
[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
What up, nigga?
[MF Doom: Talking]
Ain't nuttin, what's the word?
[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
What's cracking, boy?
[MF Doom: Talking]
Same ol' shit, kid
[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
Man..rap snitches man..shit is bugged out, man, the f*ck man
[MF Doom: Talking]
You telling me
[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
Niggaz running their mouth, telling anything, anything!
[Chorus x2: Mr. Fantastik]
Rap snitches, tellin all their business
Sit in the court and be they own star witness
Do you see the perpetrator, yeah I'm right here
F*ck around and get the whole label sent up for years (Huh)
[Mr. Fantastik]
Type profile low, like ay get paid in full
Attract heavy cash cuz the game's centrifical
Mister Fantastik long though like elastic
Got my life between glocks, it's made out of plastic
Can't stand the brown nosin nigga fake ass bastard
Admiring my style so I bust through Manhattan
Since plottin, plan the quickest, my flow is the sickest
My hoes be the thickest, my dro.. the stickiest
Street nigga, stamped and bonafide
When beef jump niggaz come get me cuz they know I ride
Two to the ski mask, New York's my origin
Play a fake gangsta like a old accordian
Accordin ta him, when the deed's rushed in
Complication from the wild testimony was thin
Caused his man ta go up north, the ball hit 'em again
Blame rap snitch nigga, even told on the mexican
[Chorus x2: Mr. Fantastik] [The second time the chorus is repeated, it doesn't end with "Huh"]
Rap snitches, tellin all their business
Sit in the court and be they own star witness
Do you see the perpetrator, yeah i'm right here
F*ck around get the whole label sent up for years (Huh)
[MF Doom]
True, there's rules to this shit, fools dare care
Everybody wanna rule the world with tears for fear
Yeah yeah tell 'em tell it on the mountain hill
Runnin up they mouth bill, everybody doubtin still
Informer, keep it up and get tested
Pop through the bubble vest or double breasted
He keep a lab down south in the little beast
So much heat you woulda thought it was the middle east
A little grease always keeps the wheels a spinnin
Like sittin on twenty threes to get the squeelers grinnin
Hittin on many trees, feel real linen
Spittin on enemies, get the steel for tin men
Where no brains but gum flap
He said his gun clap, then he fled after one slap
(Pat!) son shut your trap, save it for the bitches
MMM...delicious, rap snitch knishes
[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
You know what I'm saying? It's a terrible-crazy, man
Just analyzing this all game, it's bugged out
Niggaz snitching..telling on them allselves
[MF Doom: Talking]
It's a horror, man..
[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
F*ck around..and get anybody bagged, man..
F*ck around and get yo mama bagged, nigga..
You know your grandmama begging..fake hustling nigga
[Laughter]
Writer: Daniel Dumile Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Vomitspit
IT's the beat
He hear it in his sleep sometime
Blare it in your jeep so your peoples can stare at them rhymes
Real rhymes not your everyday hologram
Even when ribs were touchin never swallowed the Ham
He'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad
It might need salt like your mans bland ballad
A lot of stuff happens that the news won't tell yous
Loose all L juice
Snooze all hell loose
Rake it
Take it like the good, the bad, the ugly
Break it rollin through ya hood in the cadi buggy
Butter softy, leather flossy, fatty juggy
Always threw me off when she told me daddy funk me
I'm like anywho's
Seeds walkin all out in street with out any shoes
I guess it's better than some funky socks
You need to get her some skips before she catch the monkey pocks
Instead she wants to hear the beatbox
Take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock
Sing it
Bring it back to your laboratory
While he's in his oratory
Glorious like a horror story
The mask is like Jason
They told the place not to let the basket type case in
He could be some kind of wacko
Waiting for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack hoe
He busted in
Blessed be the lord
Who believe any mess then read up on the message board
If so I got bridges for the low low
Same bitch a go dry snitchin to the popo
Yeah orange peal stoges for the hotel
Feel like I have been gone over a year came home to old gear
It was the shit when I first scooped it
At least I get to sit out in New York and curse stupid
Plead the fifth
Sip wine stiffly
Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy
Gift for the grind
Criminal mind shifty
Swift with the nine through a fifty nine fifty
Well edjumacated he heard it when he meditated
In deep data had her hate the create plata
Dedicated cheap skata who keeps data
Sage stayed self medicated and sleep later
Side effects is similar to sugar pill
Who eva go next on the mic he put a bugger ewwww
And made his exit on some calm shit
Begged him on the regular for kegs of more Vomitspit
He hear it in his sleep sometime
Blare it in your jeep so your peoples can stare at them rhymes
Real rhymes not your everyday hologram
Even when ribs were touchin never swallowed the Ham
He'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad
It might need salt like your mans bland ballad
A lot of stuff happens that the news won't tell yous
Loose all L juice
Snooze all hell loose
Rake it
Take it like the good, the bad, the ugly
Break it rollin through ya hood in the cadi buggy
Butter softy, leather flossy, fatty juggy
Always threw me off when she told me daddy funk me
I'm like anywho's
Seeds walkin all out in street with out any shoes
I guess it's better than some funky socks
You need to get her some skips before she catch the monkey pocks
Instead she wants to hear the beatbox
Take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock
Sing it
Bring it back to your laboratory
While he's in his oratory
Glorious like a horror story
The mask is like Jason
They told the place not to let the basket type case in
He could be some kind of wacko
Waiting for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack hoe
He busted in
Blessed be the lord
Who believe any mess then read up on the message board
If so I got bridges for the low low
Same bitch a go dry snitchin to the popo
Yeah orange peal stoges for the hotel
Feel like I have been gone over a year came home to old gear
It was the shit when I first scooped it
At least I get to sit out in New York and curse stupid
Plead the fifth
Sip wine stiffly
Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy
Gift for the grind
Criminal mind shifty
Swift with the nine through a fifty nine fifty
Well edjumacated he heard it when he meditated
In deep data had her hate the create plata
Dedicated cheap skata who keeps data
Sage stayed self medicated and sleep later
Side effects is similar to sugar pill
Who eva go next on the mic he put a bugger ewwww
And made his exit on some calm shit
Begged him on the regular for kegs of more Vomitspit
Writer: Daniel Dumile Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Kookies
[MF Doom]
One lonely evening alone home
End up with carpal tunnel syndrome
Here I am don't forget the heavy back aches
Grown and living off of little Debbie snack cakes
Supposed to be checking e-mails
All I got is messages from ass naked females
Kookies
I don't know no jenny she said its free and I wont owe her a penny
And that's the last time I saw her
But thousands of more horror and on-line Gomorra
And Sodom
They got 'em with they curls out
And they got a better sales pitch then the girl scouts
I wonder what I owe her
For a whole box of caramel coconut samoa
Nite nite
Ok honey sweet dreams now it gets very serious like peach creams
A metal hand filled squish it on the quilt
Misses wakes up and I'm killed over spilled milk
Locked in looking at your picture
Fully clothed winter and I right there wit cha
Thinking about the last time I split your wishbone
A man could only wish you could do the same till he get home
Fat chance
At least he got snacks
Better have the due till a brother get back
Till then smack when I jack
I hope wanna hit peoples kookies with a fried pack
That's three different flavors
Chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry wafers
He acting all hard bout to get beat up
I'll show him what time it is once I get his feet up
As soon as he fell off his beat down all I hear is
Thirteenth cell put the sheet down
Damn C.O.
What the hell do she know
Besides the fact that she wants her back dug out on the d-low
A workaholic with a fountain in the ink pen
House in the mountains and he stop drinking again
In the wee hours he's gotten farther
Maybe three showers getting hot and bothered
The wiz with her legs bent pregnant
God blessed the dick she wondered where her egg went
He got to hell but it's hard to drink with out it
And could use some kookies but trying not to think about it
Watch him bet on jazz from knowledge on file
Every other commercial college hoes gone wild
Soft batch he prefer the other bunch like they got for lunch
Chocolate fudge butter crunch
Don't mess with the ritz bitz, wheat thins, saltine triskits
Motts so's and cheese its
Catch sugar fits every time he sees a nice pair of
Chips ahoy double chocolate chunk
Something with the bubble and the junk in the trunk
Even the oreo
No matter what the weather
Always kept dipped in milk and stuck together
In the game he's shameless even uses a code name Famous Amos
Cheaper than a short stay at the day's inn and good like 25 cent oatmeal raisin
Give it up to who invented the camera
Never mind the ginger bread men and the grandma's
Make sure she don't wake from her dream
Killer get caught with a hand full of cream filled
Kookies
It might seem ill
One lonely evening alone home
End up with carpal tunnel syndrome
Here I am don't forget the heavy back aches
Grown and living off of little Debbie snack cakes
Supposed to be checking e-mails
All I got is messages from ass naked females
Kookies
I don't know no jenny she said its free and I wont owe her a penny
And that's the last time I saw her
But thousands of more horror and on-line Gomorra
And Sodom
They got 'em with they curls out
And they got a better sales pitch then the girl scouts
I wonder what I owe her
For a whole box of caramel coconut samoa
Nite nite
Ok honey sweet dreams now it gets very serious like peach creams
A metal hand filled squish it on the quilt
Misses wakes up and I'm killed over spilled milk
Locked in looking at your picture
Fully clothed winter and I right there wit cha
Thinking about the last time I split your wishbone
A man could only wish you could do the same till he get home
Fat chance
At least he got snacks
Better have the due till a brother get back
Till then smack when I jack
I hope wanna hit peoples kookies with a fried pack
That's three different flavors
Chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry wafers
He acting all hard bout to get beat up
I'll show him what time it is once I get his feet up
As soon as he fell off his beat down all I hear is
Thirteenth cell put the sheet down
Damn C.O.
What the hell do she know
Besides the fact that she wants her back dug out on the d-low
A workaholic with a fountain in the ink pen
House in the mountains and he stop drinking again
In the wee hours he's gotten farther
Maybe three showers getting hot and bothered
The wiz with her legs bent pregnant
God blessed the dick she wondered where her egg went
He got to hell but it's hard to drink with out it
And could use some kookies but trying not to think about it
Watch him bet on jazz from knowledge on file
Every other commercial college hoes gone wild
Soft batch he prefer the other bunch like they got for lunch
Chocolate fudge butter crunch
Don't mess with the ritz bitz, wheat thins, saltine triskits
Motts so's and cheese its
Catch sugar fits every time he sees a nice pair of
Chips ahoy double chocolate chunk
Something with the bubble and the junk in the trunk
Even the oreo
No matter what the weather
Always kept dipped in milk and stuck together
In the game he's shameless even uses a code name Famous Amos
Cheaper than a short stay at the day's inn and good like 25 cent oatmeal raisin
Give it up to who invented the camera
Never mind the ginger bread men and the grandma's
Make sure she don't wake from her dream
Killer get caught with a hand full of cream filled
Kookies
It might seem ill
Writer: Daniel Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
One Beer (Madlib Remix)
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true?
I get a kick out of brew
There's only one beer left
Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf
Tempt me, do a number on the label
Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table like
"It's on me, put it on my tab kid"
However you get there
Foot it, cab it, Iron horse it
You're leaving on your face, forfeit
I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it
Told him tell they stole it
He told her he lost it
She told him "Get off it," and a bunch other more shit
Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads
It's like he eating watermelon stay spitting new seeds
It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off
Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough
They group been soft
First hour at the open bar and their trooping off
He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road
She asked him to autograph her derriere
It read
"To Wide Load
This yard bird taste like fried toad Turd
Love Villain"
Take pride in code words
Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart
Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy
No he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezers eye
And squeeze her thigh
Maybe give her curves a feel
And the same way she feel it when she flow with nerves of steel
They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed
"How there's only one left? the pack comes in six
Whatever happened to two and three?"
A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught
Like, "What you doing G?
Don't make me have to get cutting like truancy
Matter fact not for nothing right now you and me!"
Looser than a pair of Adidas
I hope you brought your spare tweeters
MC's sound like cheerleaders
Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
DOOM came do his thing again no matter who be blinging
He do it for the smelly hubbies
Seeds know what time it is, like it's time for Teletubbies
Few can do it even fewer can sell it
Take it from the dude who wears mask, like a 'tarded helmet
He plots shows like robberies
In and out
One, two, three, no bodies please
Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt
The mic is the shottie
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Bring heat, like ya boy done gone to war
He came in the door, and "Everybody on the floor!"
A whole string of jobs, like we on tour
Every night on the score, coming to your corner store
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true?
I get a kick out of brew
There's only one beer left
Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf
Tempt me, do a number on the label
Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table like
"It's on me, put it on my tab kid"
However you get there
Foot it, cab it, Iron horse it
You're leaving on your face, forfeit
I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it
Told him tell they stole it
He told her he lost it
She told him "Get off it," and a bunch other more shit
Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads
It's like he eating watermelon stay spitting new seeds
It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off
Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough
They group been soft
First hour at the open bar and their trooping off
He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road
She asked him to autograph her derriere
It read
"To Wide Load
This yard bird taste like fried toad Turd
Love Villain"
Take pride in code words
Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart
Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy
No he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezers eye
And squeeze her thigh
Maybe give her curves a feel
And the same way she feel it when she flow with nerves of steel
They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed
"How there's only one left? the pack comes in six
Whatever happened to two and three?"
A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught
Like, "What you doing G?
Don't make me have to get cutting like truancy
Matter fact not for nothing right now you and me!"
Looser than a pair of Adidas
I hope you brought your spare tweeters
MC's sound like cheerleaders
Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
DOOM came do his thing again no matter who be blinging
He do it for the smelly hubbies
Seeds know what time it is, like it's time for Teletubbies
Few can do it even fewer can sell it
Take it from the dude who wears mask, like a 'tarded helmet
He plots shows like robberies
In and out
One, two, three, no bodies please
Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt
The mic is the shottie
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Bring heat, like ya boy done gone to war
He came in the door, and "Everybody on the floor!"
A whole string of jobs, like we on tour
Every night on the score, coming to your corner store
Writer: Daniel Dumile Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Hoe Cakes (Ant Remix)
Keep your hoes in check
(Super)
I got this girl and she wants me to duke her
I told her I'll come scoop her around eight, she said (super)
That sounds great, shorty girl's a trooper
No matter what I need her to do, she be like (super)
Own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa
On the microphone he flossed the ring (super)
Average emcees is like a TV blooper
MF DOOM, he's like D.B. Cooper
Out with the moolah, I let her get a outfit
Just to cool her off she said "Niggas ain't about shit"
I wonder if she meant it, I doubt it
The way it be in her mouth she can't live without it
And can't live with this, handle your business
Villain'll stay on a scandalous hoes shit list
One pack of cookies please, Mr. Hooper
It's fun smacking rookies, he is the (super)
Look like a black Wookie when he let his beard grow
Weirdo, brown skin'ded always kept his hair low
Rumors has it it's a S-Curl accident
DOOM was always known to keep the best girls backs bent
Some say it's the eyes, some say the accent
A lotta guys wonder where they stacks went
I call her thunder thighs with the fatty swolla
Only mess with high rollers, do what daddy told her
No matter the city she with me to do the thang thang
Work in the coochie, hoopti chitty chitty bang bang
Same name on the titty as on the name ring
Pretty like Baby D off "All in the Same Gang"
Keep my eye on her, really don't trust her
But I treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nut
And the heat to turn beef to horsemeat chalupa
Teach her how to hold it, of course he is the (super)
See most cats treat her like Foofur
Or beat her to a stupor, take it from the (super)
You need to make her feel cuter
And lay down the G like Luther, everything'll be (super)
Do for her, keep her in a new fur
So she look sweet when she go to meet the (super)
Got the buddha get the Grenadiers, twist it
Put it in the air, come here, kiss it
Listen here scooter, let her try to bag you
When she's on the rag never let her fry the Ragu
Which'll have you under some type of spell crying "dag boo"
Her name on your back in a tattoo
Whether a bourgie broad, nerd ho, street chick
Don't call her wifey if you met her at the Freaknik
You don't want her, don't waste her time, I'll dupe her
And be a father to your child like the (super)
He keep his hoes in check
Sends 'em out to get glows from off frozen necks
Tell 'em take his clothes, leave him posing naked for real
Better yet, get him for the check off the record deal
Find out where he keep the Tec and the blue steel
Make sure for extra wreck let him know how you feel
And while he's running down to All-Star Weekend to ball
I'm coming with the U-HAUL (Super)
(Super)
(Super)
Has the laser cannon been loaded?
Everything has been prepared as you ordered
But how did you get permission to return to New York, Master?
Through the efforts of a misguided fool
It's free enterprise!
And I'm not gonna let some blasted government bureaucrat tell me how to run my business
But DOOM-
Will be my guest on my private estate on Long Island!
There's nothing you can do about it
He's dangerous, I just hope you know what you're doing
Don't I always?
Ah, there's DOOM's jet, right on time
Why is it so cold down here?
Ah, the heat went out in the whole building
Warm enough out there on Long Island with DOOM
DOOM? Here in New York?
Yes, DOOM, has an amazing new machine
Get the president of the United States on the phone
How long's all this gonna take, DOOM?
I would not advise you to repeat that error
Sure, I know what you mean
(Super)
I got this girl and she wants me to duke her
I told her I'll come scoop her around eight, she said (super)
That sounds great, shorty girl's a trooper
No matter what I need her to do, she be like (super)
Own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa
On the microphone he flossed the ring (super)
Average emcees is like a TV blooper
MF DOOM, he's like D.B. Cooper
Out with the moolah, I let her get a outfit
Just to cool her off she said "Niggas ain't about shit"
I wonder if she meant it, I doubt it
The way it be in her mouth she can't live without it
And can't live with this, handle your business
Villain'll stay on a scandalous hoes shit list
One pack of cookies please, Mr. Hooper
It's fun smacking rookies, he is the (super)
Look like a black Wookie when he let his beard grow
Weirdo, brown skin'ded always kept his hair low
Rumors has it it's a S-Curl accident
DOOM was always known to keep the best girls backs bent
Some say it's the eyes, some say the accent
A lotta guys wonder where they stacks went
I call her thunder thighs with the fatty swolla
Only mess with high rollers, do what daddy told her
No matter the city she with me to do the thang thang
Work in the coochie, hoopti chitty chitty bang bang
Same name on the titty as on the name ring
Pretty like Baby D off "All in the Same Gang"
Keep my eye on her, really don't trust her
But I treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nut
And the heat to turn beef to horsemeat chalupa
Teach her how to hold it, of course he is the (super)
See most cats treat her like Foofur
Or beat her to a stupor, take it from the (super)
You need to make her feel cuter
And lay down the G like Luther, everything'll be (super)
Do for her, keep her in a new fur
So she look sweet when she go to meet the (super)
Got the buddha get the Grenadiers, twist it
Put it in the air, come here, kiss it
Listen here scooter, let her try to bag you
When she's on the rag never let her fry the Ragu
Which'll have you under some type of spell crying "dag boo"
Her name on your back in a tattoo
Whether a bourgie broad, nerd ho, street chick
Don't call her wifey if you met her at the Freaknik
You don't want her, don't waste her time, I'll dupe her
And be a father to your child like the (super)
He keep his hoes in check
Sends 'em out to get glows from off frozen necks
Tell 'em take his clothes, leave him posing naked for real
Better yet, get him for the check off the record deal
Find out where he keep the Tec and the blue steel
Make sure for extra wreck let him know how you feel
And while he's running down to All-Star Weekend to ball
I'm coming with the U-HAUL (Super)
(Super)
(Super)
Has the laser cannon been loaded?
Everything has been prepared as you ordered
But how did you get permission to return to New York, Master?
Through the efforts of a misguided fool
It's free enterprise!
And I'm not gonna let some blasted government bureaucrat tell me how to run my business
But DOOM-
Will be my guest on my private estate on Long Island!
There's nothing you can do about it
He's dangerous, I just hope you know what you're doing
Don't I always?
Ah, there's DOOM's jet, right on time
Why is it so cold down here?
Ah, the heat went out in the whole building
Warm enough out there on Long Island with DOOM
DOOM? Here in New York?
Yes, DOOM, has an amazing new machine
Get the president of the United States on the phone
How long's all this gonna take, DOOM?
I would not advise you to repeat that error
Sure, I know what you mean
Writer: Daniel Thompson, Jacob Dutton-Keen
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Hoe Cakes (Jake One Remix)
Keep your hoes in check
(Super)
I got this girl and she wants me to duke her
I told her I'll come scoop her around eight, she said (super)
That sounds great, shorty girl's a trooper
No matter what I need her to do, she be like (super)
Own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa
On the microphone he flossed the ring (super)
Average emcees is like a TV blooper
MF DOOM, he's like D.B. Cooper
Out with the moolah, I let her get a outfit
Just to cool her off she said "Niggas ain't about shit"
I wonder if she meant it, I doubt it
The way it be in her mouth she can't live without it
And can't live with this, handle your business
Villain'll stay on a scandalous hoes shit list
One pack of cookies please, Mr. Hooper
It's fun smacking rookies, he is the (super)
Look like a black Wookie when he let his beard grow
Weirdo, brown skin'ded always kept his hair low
Rumors has it it's a S-Curl accident
DOOM was always known to keep the best girls backs bent
Some say it's the eyes, some say the accent
A lotta guys wonder where they stacks went
I call her thunder thighs with the fatty swolla
Only mess with high rollers, do what daddy told her
No matter the city she with me to do the thang thang
Work in the coochie, hoopti chitty chitty bang bang
Same name on the titty as on the name ring
Pretty like Baby D off "All in the Same Gang"
Keep my eye on her, really don't trust her
But I treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nut
And the heat to turn beef to horsemeat chalupa
Teach her how to hold it, of course he is the (super)
See most cats treat her like Foofur
Or beat her to a stupor, take it from the (super)
You need to make her feel cuter
And lay down the G like Luther, everything'll be (super)
Do for her, keep her in a new fur
So she look sweet when she go to meet the (super)
Got the buddha get the Grenadiers, twist it
Put it in the air, come here, kiss it
Listen here scooter, let her try to bag you
When she's on the rag never let her fry the Ragu
Which'll have you under some type of spell crying "dag boo"
Her name on your back in a tattoo
Whether a bourgie broad, nerd ho, street chick
Don't call her wifey if you met her at the Freaknik
You don't want her, don't waste her time, I'll dupe her
And be a father to your child like the (super)
He keep his hoes in check
Sends 'em out to get glows from off frozen necks
Tell 'em take his clothes, leave him posing naked for real
Better yet, get him for the check off the record deal
Find out where he keep the Tec and the blue steel
Make sure for extra wreck let him know how you feel
And while he's running down to All-Star Weekend to ball
I'm coming with the U-HAUL (Super)
(Super)
(Super)
Has the laser cannon been loaded?
Everything has been prepared as you ordered
But how did you get permission to return to New York, Master?
Through the efforts of a misguided fool
It's free enterprise!
And I'm not gonna let some blasted government bureaucrat tell me how to run my business
But DOOM-
Will be my guest on my private estate on Long Island!
There's nothing you can do about it
He's dangerous, I just hope you know what you're doing
Don't I always?
Ah, there's DOOM's jet, right on time
Why is it so cold down here?
Ah, the heat went out in the whole building
Warm enough out there on Long Island with DOOM
DOOM? Here in New York?
Yes, DOOM, has an amazing new machine
Get the president of the United States on the phone
How long's all this gonna take, DOOM?
I would not advise you to repeat that error
Sure, I know what you mean
(Super)
I got this girl and she wants me to duke her
I told her I'll come scoop her around eight, she said (super)
That sounds great, shorty girl's a trooper
No matter what I need her to do, she be like (super)
Own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa
On the microphone he flossed the ring (super)
Average emcees is like a TV blooper
MF DOOM, he's like D.B. Cooper
Out with the moolah, I let her get a outfit
Just to cool her off she said "Niggas ain't about shit"
I wonder if she meant it, I doubt it
The way it be in her mouth she can't live without it
And can't live with this, handle your business
Villain'll stay on a scandalous hoes shit list
One pack of cookies please, Mr. Hooper
It's fun smacking rookies, he is the (super)
Look like a black Wookie when he let his beard grow
Weirdo, brown skin'ded always kept his hair low
Rumors has it it's a S-Curl accident
DOOM was always known to keep the best girls backs bent
Some say it's the eyes, some say the accent
A lotta guys wonder where they stacks went
I call her thunder thighs with the fatty swolla
Only mess with high rollers, do what daddy told her
No matter the city she with me to do the thang thang
Work in the coochie, hoopti chitty chitty bang bang
Same name on the titty as on the name ring
Pretty like Baby D off "All in the Same Gang"
Keep my eye on her, really don't trust her
But I treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nut
And the heat to turn beef to horsemeat chalupa
Teach her how to hold it, of course he is the (super)
See most cats treat her like Foofur
Or beat her to a stupor, take it from the (super)
You need to make her feel cuter
And lay down the G like Luther, everything'll be (super)
Do for her, keep her in a new fur
So she look sweet when she go to meet the (super)
Got the buddha get the Grenadiers, twist it
Put it in the air, come here, kiss it
Listen here scooter, let her try to bag you
When she's on the rag never let her fry the Ragu
Which'll have you under some type of spell crying "dag boo"
Her name on your back in a tattoo
Whether a bourgie broad, nerd ho, street chick
Don't call her wifey if you met her at the Freaknik
You don't want her, don't waste her time, I'll dupe her
And be a father to your child like the (super)
He keep his hoes in check
Sends 'em out to get glows from off frozen necks
Tell 'em take his clothes, leave him posing naked for real
Better yet, get him for the check off the record deal
Find out where he keep the Tec and the blue steel
Make sure for extra wreck let him know how you feel
And while he's running down to All-Star Weekend to ball
I'm coming with the U-HAUL (Super)
(Super)
(Super)
Has the laser cannon been loaded?
Everything has been prepared as you ordered
But how did you get permission to return to New York, Master?
Through the efforts of a misguided fool
It's free enterprise!
And I'm not gonna let some blasted government bureaucrat tell me how to run my business
But DOOM-
Will be my guest on my private estate on Long Island!
There's nothing you can do about it
He's dangerous, I just hope you know what you're doing
Don't I always?
Ah, there's DOOM's jet, right on time
Why is it so cold down here?
Ah, the heat went out in the whole building
Warm enough out there on Long Island with DOOM
DOOM? Here in New York?
Yes, DOOM, has an amazing new machine
Get the president of the United States on the phone
How long's all this gonna take, DOOM?
I would not advise you to repeat that error
Sure, I know what you mean
Writer: Daniel Thompson, Jacob Dutton-Keen
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Hoe Cakes (Beatboxapella)
Keep your hoes in check
(Super)
I got this girl and she wants me to duke her
I told her I'll come scoop her around eight, she said (super)
That sounds great, shorty girl's a trooper
No matter what I need her to do, she be like (super)
Own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa
On the microphone he flossed the ring (super)
Average emcees is like a TV blooper
MF DOOM, he's like D.B. Cooper
Out with the moolah, I let her get a outfit
Just to cool her off she said "Niggas ain't about shit"
I wonder if she meant it, I doubt it
The way it be in her mouth she can't live without it
And can't live with this, handle your business
Villain'll stay on a scandalous hoes shit list
One pack of cookies please, Mr. Hooper
It's fun smacking rookies, he is the (super)
Look like a black Wookie when he let his beard grow
Weirdo, brown skin'ded always kept his hair low
Rumors has it it's a S-Curl accident
DOOM was always known to keep the best girls backs bent
Some say it's the eyes, some say the accent
A lotta guys wonder where they stacks went
I call her thunder thighs with the fatty swolla
Only mess with high rollers, do what daddy told her
No matter the city she with me to do the thang thang
Work in the coochie, hoopti chitty chitty bang bang
Same name on the titty as on the name ring
Pretty like Baby D off "All in the Same Gang"
Keep my eye on her, really don't trust her
But I treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nut
And the heat to turn beef to horsemeat chalupa
Teach her how to hold it, of course he is the (super)
See most cats treat her like Foofur
Or beat her to a stupor, take it from the (super)
You need to make her feel cuter
And lay down the G like Luther, everything'll be (super)
Do for her, keep her in a new fur
So she look sweet when she go to meet the (super)
Got the buddha get the Grenadiers, twist it
Put it in the air, come here, kiss it
Listen here scooter, let her try to bag you
When she's on the rag never let her fry the Ragu
Which'll have you under some type of spell crying "dag boo"
Her name on your back in a tattoo
Whether a bourgie broad, nerd ho, street chick
Don't call her wifey if you met her at the Freaknik
You don't want her, don't waste her time, I'll dupe her
And be a father to your child like the (super)
He keep his hoes in check
Sends 'em out to get glows from off frozen necks
Tell 'em take his clothes, leave him posing naked for real
Better yet, get him for the check off the record deal
Find out where he keep the Tec and the blue steel
Make sure for extra wreck let him know how you feel
And while he's running down to All-Star Weekend to ball
I'm coming with the U-HAUL (Super)
(Super)
(Super)
Has the laser cannon been loaded?
Everything has been prepared as you ordered
But how did you get permission to return to New York, Master?
Through the efforts of a misguided fool
It's free enterprise!
And I'm not gonna let some blasted government bureaucrat tell me how to run my business
But DOOM-
Will be my guest on my private estate on Long Island!
There's nothing you can do about it
He's dangerous, I just hope you know what you're doing
Don't I always?
Ah, there's DOOM's jet, right on time
Why is it so cold down here?
Ah, the heat went out in the whole building
Warm enough out there on Long Island with DOOM
DOOM? Here in New York?
Yes, DOOM, has an amazing new machine
Get the president of the United States on the phone
How long's all this gonna take, DOOM?
I would not advise you to repeat that error
Sure, I know what you mean
(Super)
I got this girl and she wants me to duke her
I told her I'll come scoop her around eight, she said (super)
That sounds great, shorty girl's a trooper
No matter what I need her to do, she be like (super)
Own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa
On the microphone he flossed the ring (super)
Average emcees is like a TV blooper
MF DOOM, he's like D.B. Cooper
Out with the moolah, I let her get a outfit
Just to cool her off she said "Niggas ain't about shit"
I wonder if she meant it, I doubt it
The way it be in her mouth she can't live without it
And can't live with this, handle your business
Villain'll stay on a scandalous hoes shit list
One pack of cookies please, Mr. Hooper
It's fun smacking rookies, he is the (super)
Look like a black Wookie when he let his beard grow
Weirdo, brown skin'ded always kept his hair low
Rumors has it it's a S-Curl accident
DOOM was always known to keep the best girls backs bent
Some say it's the eyes, some say the accent
A lotta guys wonder where they stacks went
I call her thunder thighs with the fatty swolla
Only mess with high rollers, do what daddy told her
No matter the city she with me to do the thang thang
Work in the coochie, hoopti chitty chitty bang bang
Same name on the titty as on the name ring
Pretty like Baby D off "All in the Same Gang"
Keep my eye on her, really don't trust her
But I treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nut
And the heat to turn beef to horsemeat chalupa
Teach her how to hold it, of course he is the (super)
See most cats treat her like Foofur
Or beat her to a stupor, take it from the (super)
You need to make her feel cuter
And lay down the G like Luther, everything'll be (super)
Do for her, keep her in a new fur
So she look sweet when she go to meet the (super)
Got the buddha get the Grenadiers, twist it
Put it in the air, come here, kiss it
Listen here scooter, let her try to bag you
When she's on the rag never let her fry the Ragu
Which'll have you under some type of spell crying "dag boo"
Her name on your back in a tattoo
Whether a bourgie broad, nerd ho, street chick
Don't call her wifey if you met her at the Freaknik
You don't want her, don't waste her time, I'll dupe her
And be a father to your child like the (super)
He keep his hoes in check
Sends 'em out to get glows from off frozen necks
Tell 'em take his clothes, leave him posing naked for real
Better yet, get him for the check off the record deal
Find out where he keep the Tec and the blue steel
Make sure for extra wreck let him know how you feel
And while he's running down to All-Star Weekend to ball
I'm coming with the U-HAUL (Super)
(Super)
(Super)
Has the laser cannon been loaded?
Everything has been prepared as you ordered
But how did you get permission to return to New York, Master?
Through the efforts of a misguided fool
It's free enterprise!
And I'm not gonna let some blasted government bureaucrat tell me how to run my business
But DOOM-
Will be my guest on my private estate on Long Island!
There's nothing you can do about it
He's dangerous, I just hope you know what you're doing
Don't I always?
Ah, there's DOOM's jet, right on time
Why is it so cold down here?
Ah, the heat went out in the whole building
Warm enough out there on Long Island with DOOM
DOOM? Here in New York?
Yes, DOOM, has an amazing new machine
Get the president of the United States on the phone
How long's all this gonna take, DOOM?
I would not advise you to repeat that error
Sure, I know what you mean
Writer: Daniel Thompson, Jacob Dutton-Keen
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
The Evolution From Zev Love X to MF DOOM
[MF DOOM & Interviewer]
Basically, it was a time between
I guess, like, '94, '95, and then we didn't hear from you until, again, to '97
When by then you would become officially MF DOOM
So was there anything particular happening in that
Like, two, two-and-a-half-year period that was molding you into what we were here
You know, when we first heard Deadbent?
What was the process?
Studying hip-hop and studying flow a lot of cap is coming out
A lot of soloists is coming out and getting money and blowing
Now I was really rocking at the time, Meth came out you know the Wu solos were kind of
Like started budding out Biggie was out it was like a good time for the soloist you know what I'm saying um and uh you know that's when I was, like, really trying to find a slot, a good angle that I could come at that would be different from everybody's style. It's something that, you know, I could do without too much of a problem, like a technique that I could just easily master with one formula, but still, it would be different than anybody else's shit. You know what I mean? So that's when I came with the DOOM shit. It was just like, really just simplicity at its finest. You know what I'm saying? Just strip everything down to just the raw essence of rhyming
You know what I mean? Like, no ad-libs
Like, aight, when you rhyming, usually when we be rhyming, it'd be like outside or at school and you're right there rhyming in a little circle or whatever
You know what I'm saying?
That's how it was when we first started and whatnot
And that's like, to me, the essence of it or like even on stage a microphone and or in a party there's you and the mic and the beat you know what I mean?
So it's really, I basically, doing the doom style on that it's just um you know no adlibs, no chorus it'll you know, to where if you were standing right there, there was just four of us. You would hear it the same as if you would hear it in a car or if you heard it in a stadium or a club or whatever
It's just that MC, that beat, and them lines, them punch lines
And, you know, if it's two MCs battling in that kind of setting where it's like a circle and it's just two motherf*ckers going voice for voice and style for style, no nothing fancy, you know, two MCs trying out at those times, you know what I mean? For sure. So that's where, you know, it's no gimmicks, you know what I'm saying, involved. I took that and said, all right, let me use that as the basis. A lot of captains you know, oversaturated in choice of choruses and, you know, like, cheesing the game up a little bit. I think captains started getting lazy. You know what I mean? A lot of money came into the game for captains getting lazy doing short verses, you know. You know, kind of cheesy. So I said, alright, I'm going to just burn it down. If you burn it down, back like how when we was burning it down when everything first started where you could, you know, kind of cheesy. So I said, all right, I'm going to just burn it down. If you burn it down back like how we was burning it down when everything first started, where you could, you know, any corner in Queens, you can't catch spitting and somebody would be real nasty hitting it. Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da. Probably for 20 minutes straight with no choruses over a beatbox. You know what I mean? I said, all right, if we can bring it to that level, then that's different enough to where I think the character would stand out you know what I mean at the same time bring the game back to what is you know how I remember it
Basically, it was a time between
I guess, like, '94, '95, and then we didn't hear from you until, again, to '97
When by then you would become officially MF DOOM
So was there anything particular happening in that
Like, two, two-and-a-half-year period that was molding you into what we were here
You know, when we first heard Deadbent?
What was the process?
Studying hip-hop and studying flow a lot of cap is coming out
A lot of soloists is coming out and getting money and blowing
Now I was really rocking at the time, Meth came out you know the Wu solos were kind of
Like started budding out Biggie was out it was like a good time for the soloist you know what I'm saying um and uh you know that's when I was, like, really trying to find a slot, a good angle that I could come at that would be different from everybody's style. It's something that, you know, I could do without too much of a problem, like a technique that I could just easily master with one formula, but still, it would be different than anybody else's shit. You know what I mean? So that's when I came with the DOOM shit. It was just like, really just simplicity at its finest. You know what I'm saying? Just strip everything down to just the raw essence of rhyming
You know what I mean? Like, no ad-libs
Like, aight, when you rhyming, usually when we be rhyming, it'd be like outside or at school and you're right there rhyming in a little circle or whatever
You know what I'm saying?
That's how it was when we first started and whatnot
And that's like, to me, the essence of it or like even on stage a microphone and or in a party there's you and the mic and the beat you know what I mean?
So it's really, I basically, doing the doom style on that it's just um you know no adlibs, no chorus it'll you know, to where if you were standing right there, there was just four of us. You would hear it the same as if you would hear it in a car or if you heard it in a stadium or a club or whatever
It's just that MC, that beat, and them lines, them punch lines
And, you know, if it's two MCs battling in that kind of setting where it's like a circle and it's just two motherf*ckers going voice for voice and style for style, no nothing fancy, you know, two MCs trying out at those times, you know what I mean? For sure. So that's where, you know, it's no gimmicks, you know what I'm saying, involved. I took that and said, all right, let me use that as the basis. A lot of captains you know, oversaturated in choice of choruses and, you know, like, cheesing the game up a little bit. I think captains started getting lazy. You know what I mean? A lot of money came into the game for captains getting lazy doing short verses, you know. You know, kind of cheesy. So I said, alright, I'm going to just burn it down. If you burn it down, back like how when we was burning it down when everything first started where you could, you know, kind of cheesy. So I said, all right, I'm going to just burn it down. If you burn it down back like how we was burning it down when everything first started, where you could, you know, any corner in Queens, you can't catch spitting and somebody would be real nasty hitting it. Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da. Probably for 20 minutes straight with no choruses over a beatbox. You know what I mean? I said, all right, if we can bring it to that level, then that's different enough to where I think the character would stand out you know what I mean at the same time bring the game back to what is you know how I remember it
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Being Embraced by a Diverse Fanbase
But not many MCs get the love and respect and admiration from
Like the old school heads to the new, um, crowd
Even the fans and even the artists, who both, um, you know
Like pretty much everyone's a Doom fan
How's that-, how's that make you feel?
Wow, that's cool, I ain't never really think about it like that, you know
Good to know that, it's always good to be appreciated by your peers
As well as the fans, you know what I'm sayin'?
The new fans, you know what I mean?
Hard to please everybody, you know what I mean?
The angle? I really look at it like, yo
What I would wanna hear, you know what I mean?
From the first inception of the idea, you know
You know if it sound wack or not, just don't do the wack shit
You know what I'm sayin'? That's how I'm figuring, you know?
I really just do it for myself regardless what anybody think about it
Do it for fun, come from the heart with it
And I think people recognize that, you know what I'm sayin'?
Not to mention just stickin' to certain formulas
Let me stick to certain formulas that you master
After a while, people see the pattern and can kinda like catch on
To where you're going with it, you know what I mean?
Yeah, 'cause, like not too many people can, uh, within a few months
Have a record out with De La Soul and then, uh, you know
A remix with Sage Francis, of course, you know is
Like, the Golden Age to the, the "Who's popular now, who's popular then", so it's like, you know
I mean, a lot of people are like, get locked in the box
They gotta like this or like that, they can't like both (yup)
And you're on both, so if they're a DOOM fan
They gotta check out both, you know?
Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, yeah, just appreciating things, you know
It's just MCs appreciating MCs, you know what I'm sayin'?
Um, all around the board, we all wordsmiths, you know what I mean?
Really I gotta thank De La for reaching out to me, and like, you know
Recognizing it and being like, "Yo, that cat," you know what I mean?
"Yo, that cat," you know what I mean?
They didn't have to do that, they, they kind of like
They up there where they could hire a muhf*cker
Just to get on some shit that could blow, you know? (Right)
But they still base it on the MC, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
They know, we know each other from back in the days, kinda
Like, you know what I'm sayin'? We crossed paths a few times, SO
It was just cool for them to holler, you know what I'm sayin'?
Like the old school heads to the new, um, crowd
Even the fans and even the artists, who both, um, you know
Like pretty much everyone's a Doom fan
How's that-, how's that make you feel?
Wow, that's cool, I ain't never really think about it like that, you know
Good to know that, it's always good to be appreciated by your peers
As well as the fans, you know what I'm sayin'?
The new fans, you know what I mean?
Hard to please everybody, you know what I mean?
The angle? I really look at it like, yo
What I would wanna hear, you know what I mean?
From the first inception of the idea, you know
You know if it sound wack or not, just don't do the wack shit
You know what I'm sayin'? That's how I'm figuring, you know?
I really just do it for myself regardless what anybody think about it
Do it for fun, come from the heart with it
And I think people recognize that, you know what I'm sayin'?
Not to mention just stickin' to certain formulas
Let me stick to certain formulas that you master
After a while, people see the pattern and can kinda like catch on
To where you're going with it, you know what I mean?
Yeah, 'cause, like not too many people can, uh, within a few months
Have a record out with De La Soul and then, uh, you know
A remix with Sage Francis, of course, you know is
Like, the Golden Age to the, the "Who's popular now, who's popular then", so it's like, you know
I mean, a lot of people are like, get locked in the box
They gotta like this or like that, they can't like both (yup)
And you're on both, so if they're a DOOM fan
They gotta check out both, you know?
Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, yeah, just appreciating things, you know
It's just MCs appreciating MCs, you know what I'm sayin'?
Um, all around the board, we all wordsmiths, you know what I mean?
Really I gotta thank De La for reaching out to me, and like, you know
Recognizing it and being like, "Yo, that cat," you know what I mean?
"Yo, that cat," you know what I mean?
They didn't have to do that, they, they kind of like
They up there where they could hire a muhf*cker
Just to get on some shit that could blow, you know? (Right)
But they still base it on the MC, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
They know, we know each other from back in the days, kinda
Like, you know what I'm sayin'? We crossed paths a few times, SO
It was just cool for them to holler, you know what I'm sayin'?
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Conquering Writer's Block
I'm always like impressed with how you like this can weave the words together and make it seem so effortless and seamless. And I'm like, ah, he's out. There's no way you can come whatever album and do it again and then bam. Yeah. I'm like it's done. I heard with the line, I was like, all right, I've never heard that Madden like he's done. There's no way I can do it. Then I heard them from food. I was likе oh he did it again. He's got a, he's got to bе almost done. Do you ever you ever worry about like man I bet I'm going to I'm going to run out of ways to say where is there ever worry about Riders block every time
Like you know, me always happens. But that, I
A couple of months, I might be stuck in that in that zone and my wife will tell you she like yo, every time I say the same thing like no, I don't know how I do it. What am I going to do? I'm going for months and then I'll shoot it down for the basic format. It's like, yo, the English English is so bad, not to mention the different dialects of flying into Law. Plus when you get other languages mixed with English and their dialects, and the slangs that that came from the um, like people, migrating into America, you know what I'm saying? From the Irish to All the different types of people, you know what I'm saying? There's no way you could ever run out of stupid shit to say, you know what I'm saying? That's really what it's like something that can make somebody laugh. Then we go relate to, but it's Real thing, you know what I'm saying? Almost like, outstanding comedians, do it. Okay, so it's like they if you basic on real life and things that happen naturally in life, It's forever. So, you know, it's just a matter of
All about it and I just got to keep playing around with me. For what? I get those little stupid thoughts and write them down, you know what I mean? But yeah, I think it's another ending stream of it but it even even now it's like, I don't know what I'm going to say on the net job, so I know that I'll catch another doing. If I got no time and I'll do my research, you know what I'm saying? I think I have more faith in this now
Like you know, me always happens. But that, I
A couple of months, I might be stuck in that in that zone and my wife will tell you she like yo, every time I say the same thing like no, I don't know how I do it. What am I going to do? I'm going for months and then I'll shoot it down for the basic format. It's like, yo, the English English is so bad, not to mention the different dialects of flying into Law. Plus when you get other languages mixed with English and their dialects, and the slangs that that came from the um, like people, migrating into America, you know what I'm saying? From the Irish to All the different types of people, you know what I'm saying? There's no way you could ever run out of stupid shit to say, you know what I'm saying? That's really what it's like something that can make somebody laugh. Then we go relate to, but it's Real thing, you know what I'm saying? Almost like, outstanding comedians, do it. Okay, so it's like they if you basic on real life and things that happen naturally in life, It's forever. So, you know, it's just a matter of
All about it and I just got to keep playing around with me. For what? I get those little stupid thoughts and write them down, you know what I mean? But yeah, I think it's another ending stream of it but it even even now it's like, I don't know what I'm going to say on the net job, so I know that I'll catch another doing. If I got no time and I'll do my research, you know what I'm saying? I think I have more faith in this now
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Doing Production vs. Working with Producers
[Interviewer]
You definitely have like your own like um way of going about your production that really, that really fits, you know, fits what you do
So is it harder sometimes when you work on other producers and have them try to mold them into what their production is?
[MF DOOM]
I would have to say to me from an emcee point of view it's easier when, um, somebody else is providing them beats
And I can just listen to their beat and find them, uh, uh, you know, this this fine what it gives me and going on that when I'm the producer, it's like, all right, I may do the beat first or I may do the verse first and it kind of like sometimes it gets tricky, I'm like you got to separate the two sometimes, you know what I mean. Sometimes, it gets too integrated but at the same time that enough integration of the 2 two being a, the both in 1 body kind of thing or 1, man, it it could, it could come up with interesting results
Like a lot of that is on this DOOM of this new shit, the Food shit, you know what I mean?
A lot of that melting of the producer at emcee on these songs that you wouldn't get if I just got the beef from somebody and did it right, you know what I mean?
So they, you know both of them are cool in different ways
You definitely have like your own like um way of going about your production that really, that really fits, you know, fits what you do
So is it harder sometimes when you work on other producers and have them try to mold them into what their production is?
[MF DOOM]
I would have to say to me from an emcee point of view it's easier when, um, somebody else is providing them beats
And I can just listen to their beat and find them, uh, uh, you know, this this fine what it gives me and going on that when I'm the producer, it's like, all right, I may do the beat first or I may do the verse first and it kind of like sometimes it gets tricky, I'm like you got to separate the two sometimes, you know what I mean. Sometimes, it gets too integrated but at the same time that enough integration of the 2 two being a, the both in 1 body kind of thing or 1, man, it it could, it could come up with interesting results
Like a lot of that is on this DOOM of this new shit, the Food shit, you know what I mean?
A lot of that melting of the producer at emcee on these songs that you wouldn't get if I just got the beef from somebody and did it right, you know what I mean?
So they, you know both of them are cool in different ways
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The Making of MM..FOOD
[Interviewer & MF DOOM]
I quote right now the thing that's coming with this is all about is about the um food record so um you want to talk about that record any like things that stand out to you in doing it and I guess I've seen interviews that you're saying it's sort of a a turning point of this you know like you're gonna officially just become doom and the mf would be no more and and like you know what what's what sparked that and everything like that?
Yeah, it's really just focusing. It is really what you know, he'll always be. I'm not doing my could be shaking. I'm still calling him. I'm doing my possession also. There's no way I can really do that. But I really mean it more like in a sense of just being personalized, you know, saying it's like doing the person that you would ever really get close to know this cat. I mean, like, that's why I figure this food album is, like, in the most thought and personal kind of opinion more than general just battle lines, you know what I'm saying? Kind of went into what he thinks about chicks more, what he thinks about, you know, the game more. You know, it gets into more of the character, you know what I'm saying? So, yeah, the food album's a real, real personal album to me
I quote right now the thing that's coming with this is all about is about the um food record so um you want to talk about that record any like things that stand out to you in doing it and I guess I've seen interviews that you're saying it's sort of a a turning point of this you know like you're gonna officially just become doom and the mf would be no more and and like you know what what's what sparked that and everything like that?
Yeah, it's really just focusing. It is really what you know, he'll always be. I'm not doing my could be shaking. I'm still calling him. I'm doing my possession also. There's no way I can really do that. But I really mean it more like in a sense of just being personalized, you know, saying it's like doing the person that you would ever really get close to know this cat. I mean, like, that's why I figure this food album is, like, in the most thought and personal kind of opinion more than general just battle lines, you know what I'm saying? Kind of went into what he thinks about chicks more, what he thinks about, you know, the game more. You know, it gets into more of the character, you know what I'm saying? So, yeah, the food album's a real, real personal album to me
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MM..FOOD Favorites
[MF DOOM & Interviewer]
Well, I'd like to mention a couple of joints on the Food album
Oh, yeah, of course. My fault. I'm bugging up, yeah
One Beer, One Beer, man, uh, Hoe Cakes, in its own right, you know what I'm saying? Uh, um, of course, Frenz, like, things like that that are a little more challenging, you know what I mean? Uh, uh, um, um, Vomitspit is the last joint I put on there, kind of speed I went on there after the leak. So, new, new joint
All right, cool anything else particularly about you that people should know? That kinda, you know [?]
Nope, I'll let you know, the Villain ain't never gonna quit and therе's gonna be more and more coming out so you know rеady your headsets and your um, speakers make sure your monitors are in good working order when you put the CD in it don't bust it definitely. You know what I mean?
Cool
It's definitely coming. There ain't going to be no shortage of um, of music
Well, I'd like to mention a couple of joints on the Food album
Oh, yeah, of course. My fault. I'm bugging up, yeah
One Beer, One Beer, man, uh, Hoe Cakes, in its own right, you know what I'm saying? Uh, um, of course, Frenz, like, things like that that are a little more challenging, you know what I mean? Uh, uh, um, um, Vomitspit is the last joint I put on there, kind of speed I went on there after the leak. So, new, new joint
All right, cool anything else particularly about you that people should know? That kinda, you know [?]
Nope, I'll let you know, the Villain ain't never gonna quit and therе's gonna be more and more coming out so you know rеady your headsets and your um, speakers make sure your monitors are in good working order when you put the CD in it don't bust it definitely. You know what I mean?
Cool
It's definitely coming. There ain't going to be no shortage of um, of music
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The Future with Metalface Records, Gas Drawls & Rhymesayers
1 before you leave. Let me just say I have to think why I'm saying and speaking the whole staff over there like this whole collabor that we're doing. And this this um, This kind of like merging kind of thing is uh, really go. Go. Go really bring it to a head out here with the music music stuff like up the 2 companies. Just the way that this set, you know what I'm saying? Is hip-hop like started them with the right intent and we're both going in the right direction and this is just a Crossroads. So, you know, it's going to be a whole lot of good stuff coming out of that, that that
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Mm..Food is the fifth studio album by British-American rapper and producer MF Doom, released through Rhymesayers on 16 November 2004. The album peaked at number 17 on Billboard's Independent Albums chart, and number 9 on Heatseekers Albums chart. The title Mm..Food is an anagram of "MF Doom".
MF Doom described Mm..Food as a concept album "about the things you find on a picnic, or at a picnic table". The album's titles and lyrics contain references to different foods, some with common metaphors and double entendres in the "street world" and the "nutritional realm".
In August 2024, MF Doom received a posthumous RIAA Gold certification for two singles released from Mm..Food - "Hoe Cakes" and "One Beer". The following month, he received a posthumous Platinum certification for the song "Rapp Snitch Knishes".
The 20th Anniversary Edition was released November 16, 2024 featuring 11 bonus tracks.
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MF DoomMF Doom described Mm..Food as a concept album "about the things you find on a picnic, or at a picnic table". The album's titles and lyrics contain references to different foods, some with common metaphors and double entendres in the "street world" and the "nutritional realm".
In August 2024, MF Doom received a posthumous RIAA Gold certification for two singles released from Mm..Food - "Hoe Cakes" and "One Beer". The following month, he received a posthumous Platinum certification for the song "Rapp Snitch Knishes".
The 20th Anniversary Edition was released November 16, 2024 featuring 11 bonus tracks.
Genre(s): Alternative hip hop
Length: 73:00
Released: November 16th, 2024
Year: 2024