Farewell, Villain

MF DOOM has died and it feels unreal because just Wednesday morning I was playing some songs off Madvillainy – my bet for the greatest hip-hop album of all-time – and was trying as usual to rap along with him, not even out loud but just mouthing the words as he was saying them. And totally failing of course, because in terms of DOOM there’s always a line that’s just too much of a tongue-twister, too much of a mind-bender, and as much as you’ve heard the song you never can get it right. But that’s the best thing about him, he was just so God damn clever, so creative with his rhymes, and so funny as well. The songs sound good upon first listen, and then playing them again reveals worlds of metaphors, double meanings, intricate rhymes, wordplays, punch-lines, stories, characters he’s created, simply an overall writer’s dream. I don’t think I will ever get tired of listening to his albums (solo, collaborations, under different names, everything), because there is not a single time that I don’t discover something new, I realize what a line means (or I think I do), or I simply laugh out loud and the sheer ridiculousness of what he’s pulling off. Few other hip-hop artists mean as much to me.

“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”



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