I still must say I've never been too keen on Doom.
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I just recently read he's married with two kids, one of whom is in their teens, could you imagine MF Doom as your father? ;_;
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Vaudeville Villain > Madvillainy > The Mouse and the Mask > Take Me To Your Leader > Operation Doomsday > Born Like This > MM Food > Venemous Villain and I would probably put KMD albums somewhere in the middle But I like them all a lot - here are some great lyrics from Born Like This.. He wears a mask so when he dons his face Each and every race, could absorb the bass In the place to be Don't believe the hyperbole It's like a murder spree, get sniped verbally Beat in the head with lead pipe languages For street cred, leave em for dead, in anguishness The slang suggest it was the guy in the glasses And came to help the people with they minds in they asses And set trippin, get a grip like Spaulding These walls is thin, feel genuine ballskin -from Ballskin |
are you kidding me? MM Food is one of his best, and Born Into This sucks.
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I've been on this song all day.
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YouTube - Immortal Technique -- Point of No Return
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Nas - Rewind
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q2ZqQZgeMuI Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending The bullet goes back in the gun The bullet hole's closin this chest of a nigga Now he back to square one Screamin, "Shoot don't please" I put my fifth back on my hip It's like a VCR rewindin a hit He put his hands back on his bitch My caravan doors open up I jumped back in the van and closed it shut Goin reverse, slowly prepared My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, "Go he there" Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar The blunt turns back into a cigar We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first Back upstairs, took off the black shirt I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we" So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya 'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the" Hung up the phone, then the phone rang I'm laid in the bed thinkin 'bout this pretty young thing Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug She fell to my bed and gave me a hug I told her, "No hell" She talkin 'bout, "Me kiss" Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my **** Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit Then got up and put her bra back on her tits Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm" Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice The clock went back from three, to two, to one And that's about the time the story begun That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell It said, "Son we found that nigga we gotta kill" |
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I do think MM Food has some of his best songs but it's also filled with the highest amount of bullshit sample medleys so it falls down the list for me because it's such a disjointed listen |
"Momma, what's wrong with me, I've got a lovely family and friends
And that's enough to make ends meet, fck dividends But I be living in a lonely ass world Searching for the perfect woman, not a little girl See, they be dressing all trashy, acting sassy Spreading them for flashy fast talkers with the cash Me, I can't compete with that I use a beat and raps to fill the gap within my soul But that's getting old And I be getting told, told to spit game, man But to me that sht's lame, I use my mind, not a pick-up line It's sick how quick they find comfort in a one night stand I might end up celibate for the hell of it And tell a grip of stories, about how I want a wife How they be looking nice, but don't be acting right And if you slacking they might lead you to debt Take your last giving penny, the thought makes me stress Unless, I find a woman with a strong sense of self respect I'll be alone, fiending because I felt neglect" |
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