literally sat down and wrote a whole song to this beat. Doom is so inspiring, im surprised a lot of big rappers havent paid tribute by rapping on his beats.
@@jahqovich that’s what Ive thought when i was a kid, when my dad gave me a sip for the first time. now i’m an avid drinker (not all the time). but i’m pretty sure if MF DOOM had his own one beer, i’d love to collect and drink and share wit the fellas.
Reason why dooms music is so good bc it’s unpredictable there are so many combinations to the instruments and pauses switching the beat but going back is a chefs kiss in a producer
@@peoplepersonno it wasn’t, this is from DOOM’s album MM… FOOD which was produced entirely by himself. Madvillainy was a collab with DOOM and Madlib and was mostly produced by Madlib with help from DOOM.
I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why shouldn't 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 emcees 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 'em they stole it, he told her he lost it She told him, "Get off it", and a bunch of 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 drooping off Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough They group been soft First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road She asked him 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 skeezer eye And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel The same way she feel it when he 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 'em have to get cutting like truancy Matter of fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me!" Looser than a pair of Adidas I hope you brought your spare tweeters MCs sound like cheerleaders Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin DOOM came to do the thing again, no matter who be blingin' 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 wear a 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 shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt Bring heat like the 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 There, it is done Now that the representative from South Africa has been Mind programmed All of the world leaders on Earth are under my control And when they meet tomorrow in special session I, DOOM, shall be voted "Master of the World" My plan is foolproof, but just in case And what about snow? Now, you keep your eyes open When I tell ya, start snappin' (Oh yeah, sure) Uh, ladies and gentlemen I am risking my life to tell you with, with great concern That I must warn you, I, I You must listen Many among you, have, have had their minds taken over (What a story, start snappin') DOOM, gosh, I wish I'd brought my autograph book (Your attempts at humor bore me) Right, lead-head You're weird Why is everyone staring at us? (Aw, I should have realized, we must look like freaks to them) Relax masseur, just do your thing (Get a good grip on my-) What? Why, I'll bend your read-out meter for ya, you little (Hey, knock it off, Ben) What's the matter? (Oh, Ben) You're nothing but a chicken-head (You overgrown granite-head) Hold it
Number 8 Number 8 is great Who do we got today We got Lange Lange with a Bang Vicious Gaming He shoots, he misses But it's alright 'Cause he's holding off the point Waiting for the Uber The Uber is Super Because now he's just shooting the soldier And the solider now dies Now he's up above below And he's coming down He kills the demo Oh my god Now he's killing the medic I said it, forget it Now we did the soldier
Lyrics: Number 8 Number 8 is great Who do we got today We got Lange Lange with a Bang Vicious Gaming He shoots, he misses But it's alright 'Cause he's holding off the point Waiting for the Uber The Uber is Super Because now he's just shooting the soldier And the solider now dies Now he's up above below And he's coming down He kills the demo Oh my god Now he's killing the medic I said it, forget it Now we did the soldier
Not sure why but I was listening too this late at night while watching Ratatouille and the initial chorus at 0:19 started as soon as the waiter started yelling about customers wanting something new. Lost my shit
0:09 "keep hearing these strange sounds coming from the kitchen... Holy sh- it's the Slenderman and he is cooking hot dogs on the stover. Hey you hungry home invader! Stop raiding our refrigerator.. Yikes! He just wacked me with a warm wiener...Twice! Wait.. you aint got no lips, How can you eat potato chips?!"
"GOD!!" "knock it off you skinny son of a bitch!" "quit stealing our food and go buy a freaking sandwich!" "you phony bastard!" "look at this place, its a disaster!"
I wrote some lyrics using this beat And Tv with cable connection. Objection, wired less with monetary leverage. On to treaty, signed to label. Wilson said “put Germany under the table.” With honey from hives and Earl with Vince Staples. Unstable, stung from a mean b. Like let me b. I came for maple. Craft with Einstein Bagels. A=mc squared to betrayal. Bon giorono from Naples. An experience, but inf. fatals. A master with cooking fables. Sweet portage with Hansel and Gratel. Corn bread the best flavor. Banana, worst traitor. But Sugar is the best creator. Sugar is saltier, is sugar and salt flavors . I’m the one unlike her, cookies in jars but Im the one who’s Swiper. The temp went on higher. Dont see this, but the cookies when on fire. Flaming house, the mother was the lier.
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Before this I was 69 year old with 7 kids and 2 divorces and a gambling addiction, now I'm back in my 20's no kids alot of money and no addiction. Thank you doom!
A trash rap i made because everyone else is doing it: I was out working at the mill Then a guy came out with a nail I was so scared I wrote a will He ran to me, going for the kill He was gonna make my body a sell So he can go home with a bill That's when I push him down a well A splash was made that was fill of milk When i pull him out, he was a wet silk I wanna know who he is, so I pull his mask And it was a guy who gives out mail
the phantom exterior like fish eggs interior like suicide wrist-red. I could exercise you, this could be your phys-ed. Cheat on your man homie AAGH I tried to sneak through the door man! Can't make it. Can't make it. Shit's stuck. Outta my way son! DOOR STUCK! DOOR STUCK! PLEASE! I BEG YOU! We're dead. You're a genuine dick sucker.
почувствуй себя MF DOOM'ом: В четверг четвёртого числа в четыре с четвертью часа лигурийский регулировщик регулировал в Лигурии, но тридцать три корабля лави́ровали, лави́ровали, да так и не вы́лавировали, а потом протокол про протокол протоколом запротоколи́ровал, как интервьюе́ром интервьюи́руемый лигурийский регулировщик речи́сто, да не чисто, рапортова́л, да не дорапортова́л, дорапорто́вывал, да так зарапортова́лся про размокропого́дившуюся погоду, что дабы инцидент не стал претендентом на судебный прецедент, лигурийский регулировщик акклиматизировался в неконституционном Константинополе, где хохлатые хохотушки хохотом хохотали и кричали ту́рке, который начерно обкурен трубкой: не кури турка трубку, купи лучше ки́пу пик, лучше пик ки́пу купи, а то придёт бомбарди́р из Бра́нденбурга - бомбами забомбардиру́ет за то, что некто чернорылый у него полдвора рылом изрыл, вырыл и подрыл; но на самом деле турка не был в деле, да и Клара к крале в то время кралась к ларю, пока Карл у Клары кораллы крал, за что Клара у Карла украла кларнет, а потом на дворе деготнико́вой вдовы Варвары два этих во́ра дрова воровали; но грех - не смех, не уложить в орех: о Кларе с Карлом во мраке все раки шумели в драке; вот и не до бомбардира ворам было, и не до деготнико́вой вдовы, и не до деготнико́вых детей; зато рассерди́вшаяся вдова убрала в сарай дрова: раз дрова, два дрова, три дрова - не вместились все дрова; и два дровосека, два дровоко́ла-дровору́ба для расчувствовавшейся Варвары выдворили дрова вширь двора обратно на дровяной двор, где цапля чахла, цапля сохла, цапля сдохла; цыпленок же цапли цепко цеплялся за цепь; молодец против овец, а против молодца сам овца, которой носит Сеня сено в сани, потом везёт Сеньку Соньку с Санькой на санках: санки скок, Сеньку - в бок, Соньку - в лоб, все - в сугроб, а Сашка только шапкой шишки сшиб; затем по шоссе Саша пошёл, Саша на шоссе Саше нашёл; Сонька же - Сашкина подружка - шла по шоссе и сосала сушку, да притом у Соньки-вертушки во рту еще и три ватрушки - аккурат в медовик, но ей не до медовика; Сонька и с ватрушками во рту пономаря́ перепономари́т, перевы́пономарит: жужжит, как жу́желица, жужжит, да кру́жится: была у Фрола́ - Фролу́ на Лавра наврала, пойдёт к Лавру - на Фрола́ Лавру наврёт, что - вахмистр с вахмистршей, ротмистр с ротмистршей, что у ужа - ужата, а у ежа - ежата, а у него высокопоставленный гость унёс трость, и вскоре опять пять ребят съели пять опят с полчетвертью четверика́ чечевицы без червоточины и тысячу шестьсот шестьдесят шесть пирогов с творого́м из сыворотки из-под простокваши, о всём о том около кола колокола звоном раззванивали, - да так, что даже Константин - за́льцбуржский бесперспективняк - из-под бронетранспортера констатировал: как все колокола́ не переколоколова́ть, не перевы́колоколовать, так и всех скороговорок не перескороговорить, не перевыскороговорить; но попытка - не пытка.
