MF Doom

[fox69]

"Never Dead"
(feat. M. Sayyid)

"Never Dead"
(feat. M. Sayyid)



[M. Sayyid:]
Curt Strifer
The loon goon with the tunes in his tomb
Hotter than June
Since had a twisted crib into he fumes
Kids trip on his broom
Press twills for schills, shag with the half moon
Cab to the school, straight to the bathroom
To take a piss then help the teacher
With the creatures that inflated from the ethers
And it's waitin in the beakers the bite on teen features
The preachers come with sermons and parents pack bleachers
Yo, it's done Mr. Kim, I shrunk 'em down to ticks
Just hit me at noon with sixty dollars and two knicks
I gotta split, yo va, ah I'll kicks
What's the shit, black? yo, how you nukin?

[Viktor Vaughn:]
Reactin with the core breach spewin, ya darn tootin
Right after this rec you might expect lootin
Nasty drop the rhyme like lime then tequilla
Flippin like optimus prime to a ten wheeler
V set the scheme on his own team like Starscream
Then go hit the bar scene all like 'na mean?'
Go to school every day, except for when he play hookey
That's the days he play bookey
If I don't study I'm a cheat off Peter Parker
Keep a liter of vodka inside my locker
Use it like a book on the grey goose scenario
Play you like a stereo hey you, where he go?
I'm bout to blow one of y'all monkeys out the frame
Whoever gypped my locker and took my Donkey Kong Game
& Watch, don't even try to put it back so I can find I later
Word to Koch, it's Vaughn against the ninth graders

[M. Sayyid:]
Haters, you fuckin with cats who's heads are sharp as alligators
Pull out the ox cutter, dig in then I mutter, I stutter what I utter
Then check in your little cash flow or give my nigga back his Hasbro
I catch ya, stab slow and that's woh
Shorty with the big talk, you gotta go. swing on the drip to leave scars
Blood spattered on his fat laced abdul jabbars
Now we're gettin chased through school with jars
Principal jumped up with his dick in the mouth of Ms. Mars
Picked up the tele, sweatin for some squad cars
Cats tried to cut us off by the garage
But V pulled out the nicky yelled 'life's chance is slim' like Lionel Richie

[Viktor Vaughn:]
There's no finer sound then when you let off a nine round
Before the slug find the ground V be in Chinatown
Uh, give me a slew of m-80's
A carton of those hick chasers, and two of them ladies
It's like the hood black market
Where you get goods for gats to put in packed chocolate
To your health, we rock Chinese strippers
Me and King Gilizwe and two guyanese strippers
On the radio, "Mack the Knife"
I watched him freeze roaches and bring 'em straight back to life
He used a different approach than I ever read
The only thing he ever said was 'the roach is never dead'
We studied transfigurations and different ways
To break the trance off the nigga nations
It's even bigger with the Haitians, no time for litigations

[M. Sayyid:]
And that was science for the head, so we did the knowledge and sped to the shed
Mixin dog bone with egg
It says 'add body hair?,
The heart of a hen, a fig, lay it under the bed will turn back time'
And that's just what we did
Next day walked in the school from the crib laughin, yo limpin like a cane
And as a pass V
Yo c, you see I got my game, right?

 

[fox69]

"Next Levels"
(feat. Lil' Sci, ID 4 Winds & Stahhr)

"Next Levels"
(feat. Lil' Sci, ID 4 Winds & Stahhr)



[Lil' Sci:]
1,2 1,2 yes!
Yo, it's King Ghidra, combined with the forces of nine ether
Blowing woofers and tweeters, shaking syllable meters
Disaster's cataclysmic, mystic natural, it's about time
We hit you with some substance that's actual
I got a gift call, hip-hop prophecy, since 2003
Ends the reign of the jiggy MC
No more roaming on this planet like scavengers
Scientists broke the code of the Gregorian calendar
Defying laws of space and time, trying to trace my lines
Hold up, respect the architect
Digital Roland, my whole crew roll with VS
Type to master this whole universe in three steps
We stretch across the equator with something major
Universal rhyme tones, tamper with ya timezone
Minds blown by the millions just for the feeling
Hip-hop it just don't stop until I make a killing
Nah I'm kidding, but for real
The world ain't the same no more
Take your life to next level or remain no more
Take your life to next level or remain no more
Word up, word up

[ID 4 Winds:]
Well I'm colliding with the mind of a
Survivor surviving, uncover the time brother
The high volume wide column, Height slalom
Preferred jog on the side, dodgin' mirages
Conquer the vibe, hunger lurks
Nine to five work saga, god bless the life
Father trife, travel to light
Balance the globe off life, vocal pimpin' it's throat
So you know how we go down yo
Struggle in the ghetto yo
Metal throat, settle the dough, live showbiz
The cannonball, weapon, Man At Arms
Four section, super intelligence, balance
Benevolent, stinging nettle medicine
Crouch tiger, dragon, craftmatic
Watch ya back, if, catch this
Fascist through the atlas, first class diplomatic status
Stagma flag, then overstanding the plan
Bar scan, identify camera shots
Streets watch, Timex clocks
Punch lunch on the dot, five minutes to rock
So we blue-block cruise, it's old news how we do...

[Stahhr:]
I'm a drop one rhyme, for every time I cross the thin line
Between yours and mine, see, it's part of my design
Shifting paradigm, Yin and yang combined, must be out ya mind
Thinking Stahhr would never shine
Props due, focus with a hawk's eye view
I'm all that, a plantain, and some Ital stew
Gettin' spinach, British, ATL to Venice
Even Abercrombie figures open off of this verb elixir
Magnetic attraction, raw as Millie Jackson
Straight open in the caption, here comes the hix and braxton's
Lyrical contraction, delivery reaction, it started with a passion, that's just the way it happened
Born with umbilical cords strapped to Korgs
Won't drop a Kurzweil plus those zip disk files?
Sharp with the needles, found no IV's for the feeble
Y'all fiending for the sequel and the beat's not even EQ'd...

"We have a snake to catch!"

 

[fox69]

"No Names"
(feat. the cast of Sealab 2021)

"No Names"
(feat. the cast of Sealab 2021)



[Marco:]
Well, Debbie thinks this is all about her biological clock
And I

[Stormy:]
She stopped screaming long enough to tell you that?

[Marco:]
Huh? No no no no, no, the other Debbie
Debbie the teacher?

[Stormy:]
Oh, you mean... Black Debbie

[Sparks:]
Whoa whoa whoa whoa, why is she "Black" Debbie?

[Stormy:]
No, not in a BAAAD way
It's just to tell them apart because she's... black!

[MF Doom:]
True, Doom rolled on through with a whole crew
That stole on you for holding old brew, who told you?
Even if it's crap, mind your own business
They raps ain't got no gift like a lonely Christmas
Real phony with beats that's hardly fresh
How they manage to deal is anybody's guess
Yours is as good as mine, she's sure fine
From the hood where you squeeze your nine off the free cheese line
All you saw was a ho do a bee's line
To where she stood and sipped the Nehi Grape, the sweet kind
Circle you, thicker by de-sign
Be-hind swingin like bring it back, come rewind
Uhh, excuse me boo
She stuck out her tongue, it was purple number two
FDA approved played it smoother than a doo rag
What a brother gotta do to get a taste a some of you?
Bagged, and he don't mean coach
Then she saw the mask, acted like she seen a roach
The mirror shine reflect colors like your CD's
Show love to others, we all brothers like the Bee Gees
All except the broads and you
Hold your applause, they break God's laws and who pays?
The taxpayer that's who
Catch a rapper by his toe and smack off his tattoos
That's gonna leave a bruise
Leave 'em grievin blues like believin in evening news
They must be eatin glue
Heave it all back, and we even Steven Sue
Sprinkle lyrics like seasoning beef stew
And sneezin all in it after breathin in the flu
Get a clue, his reasoning is askew
As to all the feverin and heavin up goo
Either that or... dude
Leave your girl around this man whore and she's too screwed
Just in case she's in a "what you wanna do" mood
Bring your plate to the Metal Face and get your food chewed
...tastes like chicken
He wastes no time like the bassline kickin in
Or like a lace eye with you through thick and thin
Raw humor, face pie to a frickin chin
New York'n, a hell of a finer town
Choose your words wisely from the Boogie Down to Chinatown
Or be found with a hole in your designer gown
In the role of public opinion it earned a minor frown
If you think you're slick, you might can whisper, uh
As a few good men set sights to link with your chick
You have to find a new hen fight to drink your liq'
Ten years later, see how Enzyte'll shrink your... wallet
As you wallow in a sorrow pit
Cheers, is that your beer kid? Then swallow it
Or get chased by the Sandman, on some Apollo {shit}
Flow so weird, his own peers couldn't follow it
On the phone, he sounded like a real paid {"whoa whoa whoa"}
Then we met in person, he was three shades blacker
That's why he saved money over ball and chain dames
We all the same, no callin names

[Stormy:]
I'm as smart as him!

[Quinn:]
What? I got Ph.D's in four scientific disciplines

[Stormy:]
Really?

[Quinn:]
Why do you think they call me Dr. Quinn?

[Stormy:]
Um, I just thought that was a nickname
You know, like Dr. Dre
East-siiiiiiiide!

 

[fox69]

"No Snakes Alive"
(feat. Jet Jaguar & Rodan)

"No Snakes Alive"
(feat. Jet Jaguar & Rodan)



[King Ghidra/King Geedorah:]
..Geedorah has arrived
You guys could take five
By the time it's over...
No snakes alive!
Take the dive, I'm tellin you, you better off
Then up against a flow to make her, take her sweater off
From the set off when it came to scripts he could hardly brag
It's the result of concentration, and lolly-gag
I said "Yeah right" he pulled the mic out a snotty rag
Sealed up air-tight, and wrapped up in a body bag
Get a advance and catch chance writer's block
After spendin the first and last penny
My own worst enemy
Tell me if I'm OD and usual flow
And made deals with these cats who keep sending dough, so
The Three Headed said it, never get busted
He's a man of his word who's not to be trusted
Beats encrypted, multi-faceted encrusted
Sweaty palm, keep mic rusted
*Sort of mellow type of fellow
Who sometimes spaz on wife like Othello
Hell no he won't use words like Illuminati
Or Gotti all shotty might use karate
Azar the Gaza cut I'll ask why a mask
With the gall style caps say nice fly
Exact dough til it stack high, white ho, black
Guy
The rap game, black eye
[Jet Jaguar:]
Exhilaration, Jet Jag's accelerations
Touch speeds minds can't conceive
Achieve altered, altitudes and angles, angels answer
Aura, illumination, awesome interpretation
Awkward alarm, ankle house arrest and who's best?
Monster Island Czars
Crush pawn dreams to be king
A frank reality
Calculation could never be
Quest destined, distant competition dusted
Disgusted raise for second, crowded
Clouded confusion, conclusion: simple, plain
Self education, self-made millionaires
Serpents slitherin', sidewind searchin'
Stalkin', heat sensin'
Can't have me Jet Jag's Rikki Tikki Tavi
Superhero hit zero to sixty
Hot pursuit, pedal to the floor
Handlin' lyrics, traction swervin'
Left right makin' head fix, layin' high stakes
Levitates, quick hit breaks
They fly past, hit wall, parts fly loose, killer mongoose
[Rodan:]
Fake niggas continue to practice the art of intimidation
Sterile minds conceive thought through artificial insemination
Syntax a sequential rage unless it's all deliberate
Angle wide words clear, but population stay illiterate
Consider it God's a fine power, fools get rid of it
Men build dreams on promises but lackin' the will to deliver it
You, I dissolve connivers like saliva on tic tacs
World is strange, but get the job done like sises mix max
Flip tracks, murder snakes, drunk niggas killin' six packs
Chokin' on venom, suffered tricknological kick backs
Poverty stricken minds, all thoughts barely worth two cents
Build history through time, many a design on blueprints
Anooshes slides in the sky, eight-five percent never knew
Wise men arise, pull files like internal revenue
Forever true, appalled? There's self evidence with leverage
Upset? The beast belly concoct homogenized beverage
Clever shit, calculate a sabotage trojan horse
Gift from ? see through any G motion that grows in force
Chose to toss to teach familiar line throughout the underworld
God of elevation kills Superman, rape Wondergirl
The discounted, decapitated rapist it's acceptable
The everyday occurrence a fatal outcome's inevitable
[King Ghidra/King Geedorah:]
..Might as well join the forces boss
Chance take a loss like coin toss
Roll with the double headed nickel
Pawn the pawn a Jet Jag with the sickle you and a pickle
King Ghidra yo you ass betta leave 'em alone
Before ya go catch a seizure and leave 'em blown
If you ain't the best of the best in the top three
Either myself, I and me
Don't even think of caps
But act like you had a slight inkling perhaps
Or get smacked back in the ring like Bob Backlund
Ink jet black and wack...
"Hahahahahaha!
Hey, what's the meaning of this?"
"Shut up!"
"Hahahahahahahaha, young man.."

 

[fox69]

"Notebook 03"

"Notebook 03"


DOOM get rude with the dude off CHiPs
The mood switch, he chewed off strips of a Broodwich
Danger make a groove off a glitch
Major boo booty twitch and a crew rich bitch
Always wanted to say that
Ever since the days of hallways taunting a stray cat
The one he often frequently slapped around
All the while waited and graduated cap and gown
Hated the rap sound, debated the crap
Until he felt he had it mapped down
Enough to have the game trapped and bound
Scratched in the crown was the names of lames who yapped a noun
Or verb for that matter
Had no data for a herb who chat chatter
Oh, Erik Estrada
Fat rat, the mask made 'em batty as a mad hatter

Known for his absurd word choices
And will ignore you if you ask him if he heard voices
Look, the energy is crazy
Far as he was concerned the enemy was lazy
Ahem, your attention please
Freeze, he came to seize the free cheese
Before he flees to Belize
In case he forgot to mention, squeeze these
Just keep it on a need to know basis
They knew he was a negro so no need to show faces
Back in the days of no laces
On a slow pace they used to say he might could go places
Ehh, whatever their case is
The card he played was ace of spades, but no races
A spastic, some called loony
When he spit a tune sarcastic as Paul Mooney

 

[fox69]

"Notebook 04"
(with Kool Keith)

"Notebook 04"
(with Kool Keith)



[Kool Keith:]
Batman and Robin, head bobbin', no Joker Penguin
You see him freezin' up like Mr. Freeze, Catwoman on the mind
The Batmobile design, Alfred the butler
Dynamic-duo hustlers
Burn rubber, Gotham City, I'm spinnin' in the gutter
Left the Batcave full of computers, the Mad Hatter
The realest, see my boss red like Twizzlers
I'm so hot like Hot Wheels, color shifters
Diagonal over Gotham City lookin' pretty
The caped crusader continue through the stages like a player
Pullin' up on The Joker while he playing poker
King Tut hoppin' out the range rover with brolic shoulders
Green Hornet and Kato see the Lamborghini doors open
Same rims on the BM as the Lotus
Dark blocks and they pop like pop rocks
Your girl on the cock, she jock a lot, the next episode, reload

[MF DOOM:]
Cock the swammy back, don't hesitate, react, believe dat
They defecate where they eat at
More repulsive than the Boars Head logo
The trees had em seein' impulses in slow-mo, whoa
A whole lot of funk, a whole lot of drunk, who knows?
Could've did a line of bump with Donald Trump
He hear voices in his head, he gotta jump
Not now, too much lactose, gotta dump
A wise owl, growl with a mean scowl
A stand up dude even when he seeing foul, meanwhile
The world keeps on spinnin'
It seems the forces of evil keep on winnin'
Change of plans, and I'll take that off your hands
Retreat back to the cave with your mans
Super Vill, salute Milk D, top bill
Top notch or chop meat and chop krill
In the mix of trappin' and gun clappin'
DOOM, 25 years in, son slappin'
Wrote the key to life down on some napkin
Can't find it, whoever do is like-minded

 

[fox69]

"Notebook 05"

"Notebook 05"


I sell them bums a scrap verse that's so-so nice
Ya get what ya pays for, raps for the low low price
Vik roll for dolo, chuck the dice
And force all their numbers, tuck the truck ice
Just a suggestion from the best, fuck the price
Avoid the whole mess, get stuck by the sice
Vaughn got ho's on the stroll, he duck rice
For the buck, a lot of smuck suck like lice
Get the cello out and mellow out
With a fellow who rock a swell show
Sore as hell is low no doubt
If you ever see him shout em out
It's all about the clout, whoever wanna brawl call em out
Or we could take this to the streets son
Before you send your CD, make sure the beat is done
Or get heated hotter than Welcome Back Kotter reruns
What's the reason?
The track was wack, no refunds

 

[fox69]

"Ode To Road Rage"

"Ode To Road Rage"


...Yolk em, leave 'em with his feet danglin
Got his degree in stranglin and street haglin
You could find 'em on the beat braggin
Then discreetly draggin emcees towards the meat wagon
And lay chicks to the bang bus
Make 'em kick and slang cuss
To Vik is no dang fuss
He sense a trickle of lingering hate
But refuses to get tickled by the fickle finger of fate
...Fuck dat nigga
Vik, in it for the buck by the giga
A short truck ride to the liquor store to refuel
Rookie at the counter, manager told 'em "he cool"
Walk, tellin ya hard luck story
Or else that's gonna leave a scar, yuck gory
And we're outtie, peewwmm!
V and his rowdy crew
You could see how loud he blew
And now that's a fine howdy doo
Sperrrrrrr! Stay in your lane!
Keep drivin straight or catch a stray in ya brain
Go deep divin off the side of the bridge off a slide and a skid
Who wanna ride with the kid?

...Tryin to live to see old age
So he roll wit the loaded gauge
Ode to road rage... (Road rage)
Better get up off his bumper
Before he get dumber and let off the thumper
Yeah take the next exit
Catch 'em on the back street, clack the heat but forget it
That's one less buttface
News lady said they found coke, open and shut case
They convinced it's drug related
V skated off in the ugly buggy faded
After that last turn
Seen an old man crash and burn
They have to place his ashes in an urn
In return the world is a safer place to race
Just don't invade his personal space
...Worst case scenario
Place your back away from the bass that's in the stereo
Insurance can't bring you back to life
From a pissy drunk driver when a big rig jack knife
Sclerrrrrr! Stay in your lane!
Keep drivin straight or catch a stray in ya brain
Go deep divin off the side of the bridge off a slide and a skid
Who wanna ride with the kid?

 

[fox69]

"Old School"
(feat. Talib Kweli, Aqua Teen Hunger Force)

"Old School"
(feat. Talib Kweli, Aqua Teen Hunger Force)



[Talib Kweli:]
One two three, in the place to be!
MF Doom, Talib Kweli, ah here we go
On born days, I used to blow out the candles; and every Saturday
Watch cartoons 'til noon and then I'd switch to Ralph McDaniels
I was, makin up a miracle flow, over a cereal bowl
And a porous beat from my stereo
Rhymes stronger than Popeye with the spinach
Yeah I'm gangster like the frog on Courageous Cat and Minute Mouse
Maybe I'm trippin and it's just a cartoon to you
But I got chills when I heard how Doom flipped the Scooby Doo
And, I might be buggin but it seem to me
That cartoons be realer than reality TV
They inspire my decision to be open and listen
But folks got it all twisted, like a yoga position
Like, in order to spit it dope, you gotta have a criminal past
That's similar to the cast of Different Strokes
Me and my people break bread, sit and smoke
The conversation rich, but that depend on what you consider broke
I draw on anything for inspiration
A fond memory, a piece of paper, walls in a train station

[Hook:]
It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that
It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that
(I'm old school y'all, yes y'all, I keep it goin y'all, here we go)
It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that
(I'm old school y'all, keep it goin y'all, keep it goin y'all)
It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that
(Ah here we go, c'mon)

[MF Doom:]
And we'll be right back after these messages
Fellas grab your nutsacks, chicks squeeze your breastesses
We ain't all that grown, it's still funny like
Goin to the store on your own with rainbow money
Since then had an insane flow sonny
Walkin to the corner rhymin in the rain, nose runny
Breakdancin maybe ten, bummy
Is when Subroc would run up handspring Arabian somee!
Ooh wee, like a Hong Kong Phooey kick
Or a weekend afternoon, karate movie flick
Slept good, no justice, no peace
Woody kept it hoody, never discussed it with police
Shot the fair one nobody ran to get the gat
Or felt they had to put it up in they raps to set it fat
And since when lyrical skills had to do with killin a cat?
What type of chitlins is that?
The Super Villain has the bad hydroponics
Whoever willin to ride, provide raw chronic

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Om"
(with Bishop Nehru)

"Om"
(with Bishop Nehru)



When we meditate, what is the word we use? “Om”
I want you to try this, let's all try together

[MF Doom:]
Point blank, right between the eyes
Any fool could get it so don't be too surprised guys
More funner than a clown with a gun
Run for the crumbs, it's the sound of the sun "Om"
To the brain right between the eyeballs
Anybody could get it, so don't be too surprised y'all
More dumber than a clown with a gun
Pound your drum to the sound of the sun "Om"

[Bishop Nehru:]
If you saying that I ain't nice you better think twice
I've been in my room psyched, with the mic giving advice
Plans of giving my life to the game
They saying that I'm insane, attention I'm not paying
My vision and my brain are coming soon enough
I'm pursuing moving musical drugs
The rap game newest plug
I got the fire, you'll be higher off of one hit
Others getting smothered, I came to cover 'em up quick
I told them that son sick, they ain't believe
Went in with the bob and weave and got the profit in the sleeve
They pocketing off of me? Alright I'll let it be
They'll see in the soliloquies, they ain't with me mentally
Born in a different league so they see me differently
Who would've seen this simple teen featuring in magazines
Me, all I really need in the end
Me and intuition rolling through thick and thin

[MF Doom:]
To the dome right between the eyes
Anybody could get it so don't be too surprised guys
More funner than a clown with a gun
Running for the crumbs, it's the sound of the sun "Om"
In the head right between the eyeballs
Anyone could get it, so don't be too surprised y'all
More simple than a clown with a gun
Pound your drum to the sound of the sun

[Bishop Nehru:]
Am I being idolized? Or am I a pair of idle eyes?
I look into the sky, a wise beam of light replies
Telling me the rain's coming in a sec
I still question it, I'm storming passed the rest, then
My mind gets to restin', gotta stay deprived of the stressin'
Thought it's hard and I'm relying on blessings
I keep my mind set in a setting that I can dream
So all the positive things attract more than queens and dreams
Gotta balance out the give and take, cause I made a couple of mistakes
I know you can relate, but now I'm tryna live great
So I guess I gotta give what it takes and I'll live with the greats
Passed the oppression, I fell back now I'm not stressin'
Materials reign imperial, this lifetime's lesson
And it's quite interesting 'cause everybody's spines getting lessened
With they mind and they relying on weapons
So now we seeing death in a frequent rate
But if I keep light working I could change the pace
My ascension's got my visions in a different space
Divine grace, wise in a high state

[MF Doom:]
Straight to the dome right between the eyes
All of y'all could get it so don't get too surprised guys
More funner than a clown with a gun
Running from the crumbs, it's the sound of the sun "Om"
In the head right between the eyeballs
Anyone could get it, so don't be too surprised y'all
More simple than a clown with a gun

Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace, peace, peace
(Sir Octagon)

It's an area that vibrates when you do, “Om”
It vibrates, and it vibrates the melanin in your third ventricle (hold on, hold on)
That vibrates (What a queen is that) your pineal gland
(okay, okay, I see your Maxi dress girl you looking good) and your pituitary and your optic thalamus
Your pineal gland is a gland (Aye) responsible (For real though, you looking fine in that dress, nahm sayin'? laughs)
For spiritual… (Hol' up, hol' up, hol'up, hol' up, hol' up)