Thursday, August 27, 2009

Doom loves the sounds of nonthreatening adult contemporary radio. Soft rock, less talk.

I know about this rapper, you guys, with a face full of metal. He got more soul than a sock with a hole. And in his spare time, he listens to the same stuff they play when you're waiting in your dentist's lobby.

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

“Rap Snitch Knishes,” Mm..Food?

With blown backs these lesser known facts thwart evil
You got no reason, like short people
No offense, the street was burnt brass
Whenever he walked on the street it turned glass.

“Trap door,” White Van Music (Jake One)

He work harder than a steam engine like John Henry
Turn dirt to dollars like Don Henley

“Batty-Boys,” Born Like This

That Madvillainy song “Rhinestone Cowboy.”
(I mean, it's called "Rhinestone Cowboy," you know?)

More rhymin, pure diamond, tore hymen, poor timing
Raw lining, Paul Simon touring, I'm in
Boring typing, snoring pipe when hyper than four hype men
Excited writing, trifling times ten

“More Rhymin,” Born Like This

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

“No Names,” The Mouse and the Mask

It's no use blessed the design
Then the Villain has left the buildin, dressed to the nines
Like I'ma do mines and ya'll do ya'lls
He stay reppin the game like Lou Rawls

“Blacklist,” Vocal Studies & Uprock Narratives (Prefuse 73)

I'm fucking stuck in suspended animation, for one I'm done
Casting shadows over the sun for fun
I got hen to keep the chicken heads roasted
This should be boosting until I hear some Whitney "I don't wanna hurt anymore" Houston
So bitch hit the blunt and lose the Triple Fat Goose and
You're high dealer, even if it say scheming
Play some jams with some motherfucking bass in it.

“Suspended Animation,” Black Bastards

Ooh, you're like the sun
Chasing all of the pain away

When you come around, you bring brighter days
She told me, you're the perfect one
Me and you forever will be
He told her, I will rock this microphone...always

“Dead Bent,” Operation: Doomsday


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