RIP the great MF DOOM lyrics Aww yeah And you don’t stop Keep on Check it out, yo We bringing back that uh-uh uh-uh Uh-ha, ha-ha! This ain’t no A.I. This is the real deal, flesh and bone, Beer-drinking, sofrito-seasoning… What else are you supposed to say at the beginning of records? Yo yo Why you still standing there? On the mic, it’s murderous control like Mr. Vladimir (Putin) Baby, look – it’s beautiful, got staircases, chandeliers And then you hear a ghostly voice Talking about, “Get out of here” (Get out!) I sell rhymes that’s rather weird Slap you into next week, or at least the next stratosphere If there’s only one left, and you insist, I guess I’ll have a beer Then joyride with Pam Grier in a Wagoneer I sell rhymes like dimes And flows like hoes, with their toes exposed That’s why you gotta keep them in check And his gift of gab ain’t the only reason they crept And everyday is Doomsday Ever since the womb, ’til he went back with his brother Banging “Peachfuzz” in the deck Only in America, do they call it “America” And the rest hear a villain that breathes down their neck Therefore, he follows suit You know you want this soap, it’s made of oatmeal and arrowroot Rappers say the same shit It’s kinda cute, like “I am Groot” Until the Metalface descends on him in a parachute On Doomsday Ever since the womb ‘Til he’s back with Subroc In a mausoleum for the Dumilés “Supervillain, bumayé! The planet did illuminate All praise MF Doom the great” Is what his tomb will say [2nd beat intro, from Game of Thrones] “The city of a thousand years And all that men had learned Doom consumed it all alike And neither of them turned” “I would clap” Trippin’ off the beat, kinda sorta He’s the Ayatollah meets Keyser Söze Peep while he’s on the creep Combination of your worst fears Words smear the sheet Garcia Vega geek Your car seat is the Winnebago We calmly present the innovator Villain-hater? Malarky- His win is in the data Still a gamer, like Jack Lalane Don’t rack your brain If he claps in ways you can’t ascertain later And he get her done Just seconds before he goes to interview with Letterman “My next guest needs no intro- Oh wait, it’s Viktor Vaughn I heard he got a sicker song I think he call it Lickupon” And nobody better, at least for the moment Hey you, don’t touch the mic Like it’s covid on it You won’t like me when I’m angry, Or as your opponent Chocolate conquistador Is all pure cojones Don’t play yourself like accordiones Betting on them flashy whips Te aseguro, son limones He sees an opening and leaves all fed I am sofa king, retarded Peace offering – here’s some meds Now be on your merry way With your Mary Kay Now you don’t hear that everyday Villain, still incredible, hijo’e pura With your girl flying away On the shoulder of the “Supa!” [Outro from Game of Thrones] “You know what they say- Doom still rules Valyria Aren’t you afraid of the Doom?” “No… but pirates are” credits released November 19, 2024 Lyrics by Velcro, inspired by & quoting MF DOOM Produced by King Javius & Juan Carlos Sulsona Additional production by Velcro Mixed by David B. Mastered by Orlando Ferrer (Diffusonix) Cover art by Pedro A. Ballester Talavera (PABT) On first beat: Guitars by King Javius Keys by Juan Carlos Sulsona Drums and bass programmed by King Javius, Juan Carlos Sulsona & Velcro Additional synth programmed by Velcro Scratches by Velcro On second beat: Samples programmed by King Javius Keys, bass and guitar by King Javius Dialogue sampled from Game of Thrones
