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| MF DOOM – MM FOOD
Beef Wrap 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 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 ya'll own Jello we holla krills, she swallow pills he follow flea collar three dollar bills and squeal for halal veal, in ya'll 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 Chippendales they chippin nails, Doom, jippin scales let alone the preorders 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 till 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 could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater yes, you, who's screwed by the dude on the CD, nude! [we need food!] Friends [Before we go any further] [Friends] 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, niggas, 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 [How many of us have them]….a show of hands [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 niggas 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… [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 [How many of us have them]…a similar story [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] [Friends] Soopa KEEP YA HOES IN CHECK! I got this girl and she wants me to duke er
I get no kick from champagne mere alcohol doesn't... thrill me at all so tell me why shouldnt it be true? I get a kick outta brew... There's only one beer left rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf tempt me, do a number on a label beat up all they emcee's, and drink 'em under the table like...its on me, put it on my tab kid how ever you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it you leavin' on your face, forfeit floss the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it told em tell them they stole it he told her he lost it she told him get off it, and a buncha other more shit Gettin Money, DTs be gettin no new leads its like he eatin watermellon, stay spittin new seeds its the weed, gimme some of what he droopin off soon as he wake up, choking like it was whoopin cough they group been soft first hour after open bar and they troopin off he went to go laugh and get some head by the side road she asked him autograph her derrier, 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 speakin in rhymes as an old fart study how to eat the dye by the pizza guy no, hes not to 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 some black...uh, plumbing fix how is only one left? the pack come in 6! what ever happened to 2 and 3? a herb tried to slide with 4 and 5 and got caught like, 'what you doin' G?' dont make him have to get cuttin' 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 emcees sound like cheerleaders rappin and dancin like Redhead 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 its time for telly tubbies few could do it, even fewer could sell it take it from the dude who wear a mask like a tarded helmet he plot shows like robberies in and out, 1-2-3, no bodies please run the cash, and you wont get a wet sweat shirt the mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt bring heat like the boy done gon' to war he came in the door, but everybody on the floor a whole string of jobs like we on tour, e'ry night on the score, comin' to your corner store Rap Snitches 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 fuck around get the whole label sent up for years repeat
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 Pot Holders I strive to be humble, lest I stumble never sold a jumbo or com check you with this mumbo sauce, Tyson is a foul hollow cause hitlin gas ya whole head up with pultry I'm fed up ignore cordon bleu, get up stand up lunge for your knife don't forget your pot holders... What!?
with the gold rings that make 'em don't fit like O.J. usually I take em off with oil-of-olay emcees 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 could roll away tinted some say the price of holding heat is often to high you either be in a coffin or you be the new guy the one that's to fly to eat shoe pie never to busy when it comes down to you and I a lotta niggas wish to die they need to hold they horses there's bigger fish to fry your on the list if not pick a number spot ten and a half timbs is made to kick ya bumbaclot I coulda had a V-8 F-150 quad cab without heat straight money comes-n-goes like that 2-bit hussy that night that tried to rush me, Dwight pass the dutchie so I can calm down so they don't get it twisted take it from the fireside it won't get blistered got it ...what hapened...oh it's not lit these Metal Fingers be holding hot shit when I was four I bet God was born in New York back in 77, still got nann in a crescent the effervesence of God's presence is thick unlike vapor, S to roll, extra roll, word to the vega peace to the hard working gingerbread maker's looked the up and down, said hmm..too much makeup poor music taste, ten years from being grown up rapper's don't blow up, heads do [aw shit] my name is Dwite Spitz, I'm a sonic addict I used to think it was nearly a nagging 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 star said black not white, red all over...though like elmo twenty eight years have passed, I feel I'm peakin I make music every weekend it's a chore, a fact of life, a labor of love I get mad love but I detest the labor and it's wages...you know def I'm servin life on this gift of God don't forget your pot holders my niggas... [hold hot shit] Con Carne darker then the east river, larger then the empire state where the beast to guard the barbed wire gate is on the job, not my fate...tired of the wait til the Villain bring deliverance from the dire straits fire at a higher rate, why debate the liars flyers scatter, buy a plate, isolate the wires try the str8 pliars if not the vice grips a real pricesaver way to acquire nice whips what a steal for real on wheels of steel stunna a funna summer number one meal deal bumma a bizarre phenomenon is ya armor on take ya cash comma, or break ya fast ramadan tronzac song, drama aww come on barnie clack clack, pardon me, wack rap con carne he came to feed the childrens like Sally Struthers after that he's goin back to Cali wheres the [love is] wilder then the Nile, hold power like the great pyramids of Giza an stay leanin like the tower of piza give em somethin he could feel that's off the squeeza raw with the pen an on the mic, off the heeza get shot off that wide eyed talk and if he had a pot, he'd still piss on the sidewalk can't take the street out the street person lookin for the perfect beat cohersin him to heat bursin they couldn't spot him on a spot date got the only tape that come wit a free hot plate whoever do get the see me sing, with the 3D ring sittin stationary like BB King could see how it really sting, it ain't no front row standing room only at the moto cross stunt show the roughest aint up to snuffulufugus me an Sub is like the brown Smothers Brothas [my love is] vaster then the seven seas, bigger then Mt. Kilaminjaro if they don't know, fill em in tomorrow on the horror show a mental note, return bobs record swear to God before he gets a job he robs eckerd blessed wit a hot flow, tested it got dough invested in stress the best to finesse a opto as I reminise never forgot when I was very broke shot the henny str8 couldnt afford to cop the cherry coke or should I say broke wit wealth to know enough to give em just enough rope to yoke theyself Plan B before I take the ring an pawn it the long arm of the law couldn't even put they fingers on it dog gone it, do the statistics how he bust lyrics, thats too futuristic for ballistics an far too eccentric for forensics I DEDICATE THIS MIX TO SUBROC THE HIP HOP HENDRIX Purple Heart shayton never came so ill, he got skill met a brother from the drill that gave my spine chills all.. thirty three nerves controllin my curves common sense just swerved everytime I got served stress, frustration, empty rhetoric cold as winter in conneticut compassion lackin deficit thought it was love life, sent from above you not a soulmate more ways and actions of a crimate who by low and census comin faker than extentions pistol way offed in intentions outta here sister was missin intuition baby it was me I couldn't see holdin onto fantasy, gettin bit by reality chorus
morphine, pain killers, drugs and medicine anything just to forget the hurt, INCOMING... take cover hit the dirt on the frontline, there's casualities in the mind and the POW's get left behind mentally scarred for life, love is war and some chics are just too hard to wife I should've debtted it from Genisis instead of hittin them guinness' now I'm free fallin cursin at the street brawlin he cease callin, no appetite for free stallin so deep all in, I bet he never stop ballin women, forsake God for the scent of a man sacrifice I hold life for a slice, overstand? maybe it's a lack of pigment loneliness imagine figment ownly got the car tinted to pull extra G's in it damn Jody, comin with the okie doke, pokie poke steady rockin boats, got me aimin for ya throats sniper scope, weren't we supposed to elope? propose then ya froze, I don't think that I can cope chorus
constant frustration, stemmin from a no win situation rushin lust and fornication, adding to the complication patience is a virtue, pain run deep with love desert you listenin to wisperin, choosin chaos over discipline simpleton, life should really be a piece of intimance relationships swiftin in flower essence: penstemon gentlemen, my favorite shit, so I never forsaken it I presevere, make it fit, sculptin and reshapin it takin sips off a fifth and IF passion it inscense in sits candles lit, scandalous emotional bandages, why would he abandon us? guess he couldn't handle it, the boss is magnanimous chorus
Guacamole MC PAUL BARMAN I'm old skool, this Mic is my ProTool. I'm three apples high, I live in a Toadstool like a Smurf. Everyone at birth is given x-ray specs, but they under-use them to undress, the opposite sex. Holy Guacamole! Let's get this Rap Cash, cause art right now is on some slapped-ass, contract, crap trash. (breath in) Leave me here, SAVE YOURSELF! MF DOOM
Now, who drank the last brew? They turn'd off my cell again, the bill was way past due. Gosh, tell a friend, but don't let 'em gas you. It's all just hogwash, now back to the castle. BARMAN "Where's that" Parts unknown. When I'm home the seeds throw darts at the thrown. No tart taste to the hoe-cakes, no jakes. And first place, in the go-cart race goes too... BARMAN "NO BRAKES!" BARMAN
we're all the same DOOM "At least for the hoe's sake" Stepped on an undisclosed rate DOOM "Catch a nose ache... Y'all flows is fake" Yodle-eh-eee-WHO wants to be my protege? Me, me too. So, parrot back it. I'm an underlying carrot bracket. Greater than or equal to. But greater than 4-Stars, greater than straight-A report cards, greater than poor-sports and divorce courts or sports bars. DOOM "What's your mission?" Making hunderds, shaking blunders in this self entertain a lot of fun filled done until (but really who knows WTF he is saying). DOOM "Done, chill. It ain't all about the dollar bill, you could be dead broke and be a scholar still." That's true. What should I ask you? DOOM
BARMAN "Ok, what type ill type-a ill tricks do the mask do?" The face plate remove and I give chicks tatoos. BARMAN "But then they can see your face" I make 'em look the other way, I almost cought a case off that same shit the other day. In Grady's truck is where I first got lucky, in the 80's, but now I make the ladies say "Yucky!" like Sandy. BARMAN "Uh, speckled mustache is bull-snot" On your bald spot. BARMAN "NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL HOT!" Con Queso give it a sec for the pain to start this wreck right here it aint 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 niggas inventor of the more demented flow nobody doubt it this go for if ya bout it bout it or rowdy rowd it whatevers clever the master foe 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 have no fear the ninja here feelin 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 HO 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 Supervillain 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 than 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 new to you now get back to ya hooty hoo damn it! it aint worth the drama can it from the calm bandit eat rhymers like pomegranate soon as he stepped in he lit the room Doom 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 1, 2 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 Cookies one lonely evening alone home end up with carpal tunnel syndrome here I am known for givin heavy backaches grown and livin offa little debbie snack cakes supposed to be checkin e-mails all I got is messages from ass naked females [cookies] I don’t know no Jenny, she said it’s free and I won’t owe her a penny, and that’s the last time I saw her but thousands of more horrors are on line, gomorah and sodom, they got em with they curls out and they got a better sales pitch than the girl scouts I wonder what I owe her for a whole box of caramel coconut samoa okay honey, sweet dreams now we get very serious like peek freens a metal hand fills, squish it on the quilt misses, wake up, and I'm kill't over spilled milk locked in, looking at ya picture fully clothed, but then I’m right there wit ‘cha thinking about the last time I split ya wishbone a man could only wish you do the same till he get home fat chance, at least he got snacks that’ll have to do till the brother get back until then, smack one-eyed jack I hope one of his peoples could hook em wit a tri-pack that’s three different flavors chocolate, vanilla and strawberry wafers he actin all hard, bout ta get beat up I show em what time it is, once I get this sheet up so on as he fell off the beat down all I hear is…[thirteen cell, put the sheet down] damn c.o., what the hell does she know? besides the fact she want her back dugout on the deelo a workaholic with a fountain in the ink pen house in the mountains, and he stop drinkin again in the wee hours, he's gotten farther livin three showers bein hot and bothered the wiz, with her leg bent, pregnant god bless the day she wonder where her egg went he got the L, but it’s hard to drink without it and could use some cookies, but try an not to think about it watchin BET on jazz, for 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 bits wheat thins, saltines and trisquits Matzoh's and cheeze-its, catch sugar fits every time I see a nice pair of chips-ahoy, double chocolate chunk somethin with the bubble in the junk in the trunk even the oreo, don’t matter what the weather always kept em dipped in milk and stuck together in the game he shameless even uses a codename: Famous Amos cheaper than a short stay at the days inn and good like twenty five cent oatmeal raisin give it up to em whoever invented the camera never mind the gingerbread man or the grandmas sshh! make sure she don’t wake from her dream she’ll a get caught wit a handful of cream filled [Cookies!] it might seem ill [go wash your hands!] |