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About Daniel Dumile

Daniel Dumile (IPA: duːməleɪ) (born January 9, 1971, in London, England) is an American hip hop artist who has taken on several stage names in his career - originally Zev Love X, most famously MF DOOM, and in side projects as King Geedorah, Metal Fingers and Viktor Vaughn. In considering Dumile's quoteable lyrics it is just as important to observe single lines as is how they fit in the context of a complex set of lines or verse.

Born: January 9th, 1971

Categories: Rappers, Living people

Quotes: 35 sourced quotes total

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Vomitspit "The mask is like Jason They told the place not to let the basket type case in He could be some kind of wacko Waiting for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack hoe"
Just remember all caps when you spell the man name
Mr. Clean "(How far?) The distance was light-speed He went to see a buddy who said he had some white weed In case it might need, it didn't mean much For in his lean clutch was the elusive green Dutch"
Curls "Villain get the money like curls They just trying to get a nut like squirrels in his mad world Land of milk and honey with the swirls Where reckless naked girls get necklaces of pearls" "Hands so fast he can out-spin the Flash Known to smoke a whole mountain of hash to the ash Boom-bash leave the room with the stash Assume it's in a smash, Doom get the cash "
All Outta Ale "One for the money, two for the betta green, 3,4 methylenedioxymethamphetamine"
Easy as pi, three point one four, one more one false move and they're done for
Bada Bing "Looked like Apollo Creed after he fought with Rocky Rhymed in a broken english slang, not cockney Thirteen, his first queen wore hot knock knees Had to tell her pops, yo stop cockblockin B"
El Chupa Nibre "What we have here is a failure to communicate If you gonna hate, might at least get your rumors straight about Doom the Great, a lot more confident Came a long way since the days we had to rhyme for rent It was time well spent, vented Spelt and dented, hell-bented and heaven-scented"
The Fine Print "This just in: they ain't even worth the worry Lying on their first birth and couldn't even hurt a Smurfberry Hear ye, hear ye! How dare ye Go up against the king who do his thing tri-yearly? They're too carefree with their mouths around here Off with his head, and display it at Town Square"
A Dead Mouse "That's for him to know, for they to never find out About the kidnap, blind fold, and the blind mouse The coroner report say he simply signed out, oh and I know Y'all wanna see a wine-o? bring the wine out Cat wit a dead mouse is how he catch the phrase in paws, plays wit it Kill it, and eat off it for days, kid it"
Got more soul (sole) than a sock with a hole.
After rocking parties they depart in a jalopy, watch the drop top poppy
How Doom hold heat, and preach non-violence? Shhh, he 'bout to start the speech, c'mon, silence!
Dope Skill* Vik, known to pull a no joke vocal when given the chance yoke ya slow poke local yokel"
And since when the rap game had to do with killin a cat, what type o' chitlins is that?
Who's got the most whips, gats and cash? If you'd ask the villain he'd say who gives a rat's ass?
Dub it off your man don't spend that 10 bucks. I did it for the advance the back end sucks.
If I had a dime for every rhymer that bust guns, I'd have a cool mill' for my sons in trust funds.
Raedawn "Listen up, new drink, named it after Chong's daughter triple shot of 'gac, with the chaser of bong water V a strong supporter come on, bring the slaughter"
Lickupon "Confirmation of your worse fears Ever since his first years had a thirst for beers" "V bring the beef like a trucka' to Fuddruckers" "Die calmer than a suicide bomber"
Don't talk about my moms yo, sometimes he rhyme quick sometimes he rhyme slow, or vise-versa. Whip up a slice o' nice verse pie, hit it on the first try, Villain...the worst guy.
Figaro "Do not stand still, boast yo' skills Close but no crills, toast for po' ills, post no bills Coast to coast Joe Shmoes flows ill, go chill Not supposed to overdose, no 'doz pills"
Kon Queso Oh shoot!, The goose is loose! So wild you couldn't chase it down with straight fruit juice Frown like the first time you taste cous cous Stash the deuce deuce, troops asking truce truce
Great Day Groovy dude, not to prove to be rude But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food Uh, what is jalapenas Get it like a whuppin' when you holla at your seniors
Lactose and Lecithin "But back at the lab he found the sleestack was right Not only was it three cracks light but too white The test show lactose, ambisol, lecithin Five types of aspirin and other kinds of medicines"
Hooks is Extra "They rock 'n roll like: 'Stop, Drop . . .' and if they got soul, then welcome to the sock hop hip-be-bop at ya block mom 'n pop shop time it when when it comes to rhymin' is chop-chop"
And we'll be right back after these messages, fellas grab ya nuttsacks chicks squeeze your breastsess, we ain't all that grown it's still funny like goin to the store with your own rainbow money, since that had an insane flow sonny
I Hear Voices "On the slow-mo the calm artist with the so-so chick Chased them all like Cairo did to Slobodan Milosovik Anyhoo, how 'bout them Yankees? Once I leave off-stage the party people thanks mee's If I may speak freely nasty like the freaky-deeky At your local sleazy speak-easy"
Meat Grinder "Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft street minor China was a neat signer, trouble with the script digits Double dip/bubble lips, sorrow less midget Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, let's go" "Doom's songs lit, in the booth, with the best host Doing bong hits, on the roof, in the west coast"
The Drop "'Remember me God? clean Timbs with emery board' he only came to save the game like a memory card ooh shrewd, a lot of crews is too rude and it's way too many 'let's not and say we do'-dudes he said 24-7 I be on call he use his vacation days to watch Babylon 4" "Cochise, write a rhyme like a book report And sell it to a rookie you could tell by the hook he bought You ain't know he sell hooks and choruses? They couldn't bang slang if they looked in thesauruses"
Anti-Matter "Excuse me Mister, do she got a sister? Who He not to kiss her? True, she do got a blister.. Not a movie-plot twist like a Twizzler-- If I needed my meat burnt, I'd go to Sizzler. Gettin' paid like a biker with the best crank, Spray it like a high-ranked sniper in the West Bank. Type to just blink and don't show much pity; When I'm in the city, I always keep a Dutch with me. Touch her titty! Til she asks me where the trees is at, Or tell me 'Don't squeeze that.' Rats wanna tease a cat. Let the dog beg, wait up. Who talkin'? DOOM with the hogleg, straight up New Yorkin'."
Change the Beat "One day, he plan to put in a runway With enough land for his own projects and gun play Section 8 penthouse, maid look like Faye Dunaway Alotta y'all assed out like gay runaways" "Great googly moogly, see that loogie? Yeah, but keep it on the D.L. Hughley You don't watch her, he might Houser like Doogie Just to cut her loosie like *swoosh* Mitsurugi Gooey gum drops, who he got his style from?" His pops, you gotta give the bum some props Ask ya sister, her beat box is more thicker DOOM, that nigga detox with malt liquor "Villain for hire, admire the sound Make sure The Price Is Right before he come on down!" Rappers be on some 'you. you. you.' Forgot who they talkin' to, too much pork stew." "They need to not come out wit nothin' new blew the whole shit up on some 'What this button do?'" "The way alotta clowns get down is unnatural This flows flipped like 'oranges, apples' Rhymes like limes to a Lemonade Snapple Leave her at the chapel, don't eat Scrapple"
Modern Day Mugging "Stick 'em up chump, you know what this is do the right thing you might live to see your kids all he said was 'c'mon don't shoot!' so shook I think he shit his sean john suit 'why you starin?' run your chain like an errand and your girls earrings, and what you wearin' survival tactics for when things get too gritty he feels it's his duty to the people of the city just so long as nobody get hurt it keep your average civilian on point and alert" "'OK miss, come up off that bracelet just got your hair did don't make me waste it' so, go to hades get the devil for his stash but no old ladies unless you're sure they carry mad cash like the one from the liquor store he watched her for weeks now, ready for the quick score before he told her whore get on the floor she pulled out and let off like quick draw mcgraw damn yo, he lucky, she barely nicked the camo he would've let her have it, if he had the ammo it's all in good fun, true, moral of the story, son duke: senior citizens'll bust their guns too"
That's That "Already woke, spared a joke, barely spoke, rarely smoke Stared at folks when properly provoked, mirror broke Here, share strawberry morinin, gone an more important spawnin Torn in, poor men sworn in Cornish hens switchin positions, auditionin' mortitions saw it in a vision, ignorin prison Ignoramuses enlist and sound dumb Found em drowned in cows dung, crowns flung Rings a tinkerbell, sing for things that's frail as a fingernail Bring a scale, stale ginger lingers Seven figures invigor Nigga, fresh from out the jail, alpha male Sickest ninja injury this century, enter plea Lend sympathy to limper simple simon rhymin emcees Trees is free, please leave a key These meager fleas, he's the breeze And she's the bees knees for sheez G's of G's Seize property, shopper sprees, chop the cheese Drop the grease to stop diseases, gee wiz pa! DOOM rock grandma like the kumbaya! Mama was a ho hoppa, papa was a rollingstone Star like Obama, pull a card like oh drama! Civil liberties These little titties abilities riddle me, middle C Give a MC a rectal hysterectomy Electron removal of the bowls, foul technically Don't expect to see the recipe Until we receive the check as well as the collection fee More wreck than section Z What you expect to get for free? Shit from me, history The key, plucked it off the mayor Chucked it in the ol tar pit off La Brea, playa They say he's gone too far DOOM'll catch em after Jumar on cue lacka!! Do what'cha gotta do, grarrrr The rumors are not true, got two ma No prob, got the job, hot barred heart throb Scotch Guard the bar the with cotton swabs, dart lob Bake a cake, sweet Jamaica trade in treats on the beach Make a skeet til her feets meet"
Beef Rapp "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 to high blood pressure if ya fry it Or even a stoke, heart attack, heart disease It ain't startin' back once arteries start to squeeze Take the easy way out, phony--until then, They know they wouldn't be talkin that baloney in the bullpen" "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 birdshit They need it like a hole in the dead or a third tit Her bra smell. His cards say 'Ah 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" "A rhymin' cannibal, who's dressed to kill, I'm cynical Whether is it animal, vegetable, or mineral It's a miracle how he get so lyrical And proceed to move the crowd like an old Negro spiritual" "What up? To all rappers shut up, with ya shuttin up And keep your shirt on, at least it buttoned up Yuck. Is they rhymers or strippin' males? Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendales They chippin' nails. DOOM, tippin' scales Let alone the preorders that's counted off shippin' sales This goes out to all my people 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. But whod'a thunkit? Punk, try and 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)"

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