Don't understand a good portion of it, but it sounds extra dope.

Smack it up, flip it, pulled out, 'bout to fail
Sunday in the A-T-L and I'm all outta ale
Like a bat out of hell, tripped on a cat tail
Mutt drinkin out a pail, who let the rat out the cell?
Got all the ingredients and recipe, might as well
Since last week the bootlegger been in jail
If all else fail, inhale the ale
Makin sure they can't see your sale via snail mail
Mind like a sewer, servin rhyme on a skewer
Doom'll step to a fine dime like he knew her
My black sister, she said "Step back" before he kissed her
She did the dipper and the smack just missed her
There go a list of politics like Henry Kissinger
99% of rap is just a friendly issue to
I'm like these dudes must have some screws loose to hate y'all
Or a couple of ounces short of deuce-deuce or 8 Ball
Y'all know it's time for the end, when the day come
Buy an album, get rudely insulted over fake drums
Same CD's you get for free, you break 'em
Wa-alaikum, make 'em eat they food like steak'um
Why she wanna ask me if I could pass the paparika?
One hand on the mic, the other on the beaker
Every week or so peaked out the lab though, eureka
A technique to keep somethin uniquer in your speaker
For yo' information, I didn't do the beat y'all
It ain't my fault, if she didn't move her feet at all
Skeeter, got Peter to pay Paul
So you can drink it on Mary so she can play ball
... So let her have my scrilla
And cut it out with all that funny hand jive will ya?
All this trouble for a tall glass of Olde E
Drink it all fast, make you haul ass slowly
And rhymin to remember what you told me
Holey moley, did you get a load of her roley poley?
Yo G, remind me to remember what you told me
Whoever don't feel him build walls like a goalie
One for the money, two for the better green
Three for methanine-dioxymethamphetamine
Told the knock kneed ghetto queen get the head fiend
Tell him it's for Medallin and use oxcyocetaline
Who needs airplay, it's all just hearsay
Leave a wig like it was havin a bad hair day
Miracle glide master, asked him what's his secret
He said Shasta, and turned to formaldehyde faster
When I'm home with my lady, I try to duke her daily
One night she tried to flail me with her ukelele
Pack your heat, the Villain on the cover of Black Beat
With a bunch of crackers and some snack meat
... You better have my scrilla
Cut it out with all that funny hand jive will ya?
All this trouble for a tall glass of Olde E
Drink it all fast, make you haul ass slowly
Remind me to remember what you told me
Holey moley, did you get a load of her roley poley?
Yo G, remind me to remember what you told me
And if you don't feel him build walls like a goalie

MF DOOM-"All Outta Ale"

The little Aesop train that could...

I've been listening Coffee over and over, both verses are great but I'll just throw this out which I think is absolutely brilliant.

and a grown ass man shall abide as he wish, walk that path with a dime and a stick, walk that path with a diamond and wine, walk that path to the firing line, just walk, pay no mind to the new recruit with the play-doh spine

haha i'm gonna have to check out Aesop I guess.

****in everyone on this site is like obsessed with it. :P

He's probably my favorite lyricist in all of hip-hop.

Even when he's doing typical bravado rap stuff he's brilliant..

Viktor the director flip a script like Rob Reiner
The way a lotta dudes rhyme their name should be "knob shiner"
For a buck, they'd likely dance the Jig or do the Hucklebuck
To Vik it's no big deal, they're just a buncha knuckle-****s
You wonder how well would they hold up in a holding cell
It sorta had the strange makings of a tale told in hell
Like "Oh well," hold tall riches
If the Feds is really after him they'll just tell all the snitches
On borrowed-time rhymes, gassed by the silver screen
They cat like their monkey ass can heal back like Wolverine
Mellow out what y'all bellow out ya' yellow mouth
What happened to the kinda spit that used to help a fellow out?

-from Vaudeville Villain by MF Doom (as Viktor Vaughn)

Yo
I'm not caught up in politics
I'm no black activist on a so-called scholar's ****
I come through with the Wu and drop math
And versatile freestyles bombs and phonographs
and deliver, all things and other in weight
searched to death, on how living things relate
Cause at a young age, I was molded in a religion I relied on
and got caught up in superstition
Scared to split pole, duck black cats
Once in a while, threw salt over my back
But with knowledge of self remove the shell
Made things seemed complicated now small like elves
So turn off the lights light a candle, have a seance
Pull the lid off the Dean Martin scandal
Witches, warlocks, spooks, and holy ghosts
RZA lets defraud the hoax

-GZA/Genius - Swordsman

Not his best, but easily relatable and suits the music perfectly.

I don't follow the news they just add to my blues
Politicians and they big feats could never fill my shoes
They don't care, think we all live off welfare
It's hell here, so why should i vote like its ever been fair

Politricks - AKIR

I love doom's voice. I love that his flow is kinda, off. I don't really know how to describe it, but he doesn't make himself too easy to listen to. He's one of the few emcees i appreciate more and more as i listen to him.

Hear ye, hear ye! How dare ye
Go up against the king who do his thing tri-yearly?
They're too carefree with their mouths around here
Off with his head, and display it at Town Square
On top a seven-feet spike, make sure it's on tight
In light of when the peasants throw stones with all their might
Skull get smashed for weeks
'Til vulture beaks eats the last meat off your cheeks
Maybe then they'll know the right words to speak
Out loud, at home, in the world, or in the streets
It's no escape, just in case
All the kings' mens and 'em decides to go apes
The most slick-talking of burly guys
Get caught and boiled in oil like curly fries
Even those that's Mr. Furley's size that earned the fate

Could all get burned at the stake
Send word to his closest kins, that for his sins
We claim his throne, his providence, and its citizens
In the name of King Geedorah! ...

I feel ya, the way he presents his style, its not forced at all; doesn't seem like he's trying hard at all to get his material across which makes it all sound very effortless and amazing at the same time. I also love it when he trys to sing, like on That's That, pretty off but makes me smile every time.

woah woah woah, I'm missing the doom love-in? He's been my favorite rapper since I was like 13 years old and I've memorized nearly every one of his songs. I was just thinking about this today, like how would I order his albums and I figured I'd say:

MM Food = Vaudeville Villain > Operation Doomsday > Madvillainy > The Mouse and the Mask > Take Me To Your Leader > Venemous Villain > Born Like This

I couldn't even choose a favorite song of his, but here's a great one:

...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 **** 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 **** 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!

The doomilation bootleg is pretty terrific.

I still must say I've never been too keen on Doom.

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? ;_;

Mine's more like:
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.

Coolest dad evrer.

I've been on this song all day.

YouTube - Immortal Technique -- Point of No Return

Immortal Technique - "The Point Of No Return"

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"

Not kidding
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"

Not my favourites of all time by any means but just some random verses that i like.

Mmm...can't wait to see whatcha' got when you get to 15 posts.

This verse is a true story, about Tech N9ne's best friend, Brian "B'zle" Dennis that died a few years ago...

my favorite ghostfaces:

The more you scream,
the less I hear.
The more you're out,
the less I spend on beer
~Atmosphere

I still watch you 'cause I believe
There's somethin' true beind your teeth
It's in them secrets that you keep
Fish outta water trying to breathe
~Slug on POS track

those both seem familiar, where are they from?

The Pretty Toney Album, the first one is from the song Biscuits and the second is Kunta Fly Shit.

yeah, nice.

I been wantin to get another Ghostface since getting back into the Pretty Toney Album. I've heard Supreme Clientele or Iron Man. gots any recommendationz?

Ironman and Supreme Clientele are essential.
Fishscale is also very very good.

Oh yeah! Fishscale i heard about that too.

Which one is the most essentialest?

Definitely Ironman because it's his first solo album and is often considered one of the best Wu-Tang solo albums along with GZA's Liquid Sword's. If you don't have that, you should get that too.

fave bible verse
 

"Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight."
Proverbs 3:5-6

Sweatshop Union-I've been down

[Verse Three]
This song is like a counseling session (whoosah)
I need to channel my aggression (whoosah)
I need to handle my profession
I’m the planet’s biggest panic stricken manic-depressant
Questioning myself as I’m sitting right and looking back
Drinking Jack, Heinekens, in both hands, crooked hat
Mr. small complex smoking a cigarette
Like you don’t know me, what the **** you think you’re looking at
Why is the fire in my eyes like I’m evil
It’s just I’m always suspicious of new people
Self-centered lieutenant, I’m a well balanced soldier
A lie with a strategist’s chip on both shoulders
Push the bull**** out of my life, keep biting
Spiritual enlightenment, price this excitement
Build strength within, I’m trying to find space
Freedom of choice, but trying for blind faith

pretty much everything except for More Fish.


Supreme Clientele is my favourite of his albums.

Well I already downloaded Supreme Clientele so I'll just jump on Ironman now. thx bro.

thx to you too sir, i'll steer clear.

i can dig this.

more fish is a dope album.

It's not great, but it has some solid production. At least give it a spin.

Oh well when you put it that way!

Alliteration!

Cannibal Ox - Iron Galaxy

And if there's crack in a basement
Crack heads stand adjacent
Anger displacement
Two step arangements
You were a still born baby
Mother didn't want you, but you were still born
Boy meets world, of course his pops is gone
What you figga
That chalky outline on the ground is a father figure
So he steps to the next stencil, that's a hustler
Infested with money and diamond cluster
Lets talk in laymen terms
Rotten apples and big worms
Early birds and poachers
New York is evil at it's core, so those who have more than them
Prepare to be vic-tims
Ate up by vultures, the politicians
In a dog eat dog culture, that'll sick 'em
Lack of mineral, we take it personal
A pigeon can't drop **** if it never flew
Every day is no frills, empty krills
Broken 40 bottles and m.c's with skills
I rest my head on 115
But miracles only happen on 34th, so I guess life is mean
And death is the median
And purgatory is the mode that we settle in
"No doubt"
I've got that Eve's Bayou sense of touch
So I fought, to touch every hand of a fan to read their thoughts
Battered wives, molested children
Roaches on the floor, rats in the ceiling
Cats walk around New York with two fillin's
One is in their mouth the other, does the killin'
I'm Vast Air, Kramer, top billin'

Scarily good.