Born in London, Dumile moved with his family to Long Island, New York at a young age. He began his musical career in 1988 as a member of the East Coast hip-hop trio KMD, at which time he performed under the name Zev Love X. KMD disbanded in 1993 following the death of Dumile's brother, DJ Subroc. After taking a hiatus from the music scene, Dumile reemerged in 1998, when he began performing at open mic events while wearing a mask. He adopted the MF DOOM persona and rarely made unmasked public appearances from that time onward. His metal mask resembles that of Marvel Comics supervillain Doctor Doom, who is depicted rapping on the cover of his 1999 debut solo album Operation: Doomsday. In the early 2000s, Dumile also released solo albums under the pseudonyms King Geedorah and Viktor Vaughn.
MF DOOM appeared in several collaborative projects such as Madvillain (with Madlib), DANGERDOOM (with Danger Mouse), DOOMSTARKS (with Ghostface Killah), JJ DOOM (with Jneiro Jarel), NEHRUVIANDOOM (with Bishop Nehru), and Czarface Meets Metal Face (with CZARFACE).
Dumile was born on 9 January 1971 in London, England, the son of a Trinidadian mother and a Zimbabwean father. His family moved to Long Island, New York, when he was a child; Dumile remained a British citizen. Dumile grew up in Freeport, New York, and first started DJ'ing during the summer after third grade. Dumile had lived in London since 2009. Dumile was a follower of the Nuwaubian Nation.
Dumile created the MF DOOM character as an alter ego with a backstory he could reference in his music. The character combines elements from the Marvel Comics supervillain Doctor Doom, Destro, and the Phantom of the Opera; like Doctor Doom and Phantom, Dumile referred to himself in the third person while in character. His signature mask was similar to that of Doctor Doom, who is depicted rapping on the cover of Dumile's 1999 debut album Operation: Doomsday.
Dumile wore the mask while performing, and would not be photographed without it, except for short glimpses in videos and in earlier photos with KMD. Later versions of the mask were based on a prop from the 2000 film Gladiator. Academic Hershini Bhana Young argued that, by appropriating the Doctor Doom mask, Dumile "positions himself as enemy, not only of the music industry but also of dominant constructions of identity that relegate him as a black man to second-class citizenship".
Dumile's rap persona MF DOOM was known for his unique free-association rap style, challenging the conventional style of rhyming and flow. His interest in cartoons, comics and other pop culture realms as well as his distinct sampling/production inspired many contemporary artists today.
On December 31, 2020 it was announced on Dumile's Instagram and Facebook by his wife Jasmine, that the rapper had passed away on October 31 of that year at the age of 49.
After his death, Variety described him as one of the scene's "most celebrated, unpredictable and enigmatic figures". Dumile is considered one of the most celebrated and influential musicians in hip-hop. The English musician Thom Yorke, who collaborated with Dumile on two occasions, wrote: "He was a massive inspiration to so many of us, changed things... For me the way he put words was often shocking in its genius, using stream of consciousness in a way I'd never heard before." Stereogum, reviewing Operation: Doomsday on its 20th anniversary, noted Dumile's "formative" influence on younger rappers. El-P of Run the Jewels described him as a "writer's writer", while Q-Tip called him "your favorite rapper's favorite rapper".
Biochemical Equation
MF DOOM Lyrics
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With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
It's a daily conflict between man and beast
We strive for God and a better tomorrow
Still suffering from the unforgettable sorrow
Repent from thy sins, son, and walk ye straight
Stop talkin' all that trash, boy, and talk ye straight
Still, I wouldn't give an oint'
Or flinch an inch or pitch a pinch
Off the pie or ever try to try your wench
Confronted by the Devil Himself and stayed strong
You think you can take the king, now meet Kong
Strong as the base of a mountain, there's no countin'
How many MCs have sprung from our fountain
Fifty-thou' a year process to make this combination
I'm not givin' mine away to Satan
Although I know that he's awaitin'
To get a hold of my biochemical equation
I'ma slip him, son, I'ma dip him, son
When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son
Fifty-thou' a year process to make this combination
Ninety-nine elements, biochemical manifestation
I'm not giving mines away to Satan
Although, I know that he's awaitin'
I'ma slip him, son, I'ma dip him, son
When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son
Bet, ahk straight to the head with the pet rock
At least 'til I can get from out this booth it's like a sweatbox
Trade a few bars of head noddin' throw us a stack
Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin' bonus pack
Invest in the first B-boy kid's show
Live off skid row with jive-talking negros
He wear his beard like a frizzly-haired grizzly
And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is he?
Is he in your backyard or on your front porch?
Or standing in the corner of the club with the blunt torched? It's off
They say he rhyme like he starvin' and sold odds and bodkins
To old gods and goblins, golly
I'm just a pest and your worst best friend who mend and rip space-time fabric
Like polyester blend, not a hobby for no knobby-kneed lesser men
Or sloppy like the rest of them, they probably need estrogen (yo, yo)
Drunk or sober, son, don't lose your composure
Semi off the Remy, mixed with Henny, MoΓ«t demi'
Underneath the passenger seat, son, tuck the semi'
Israeli-issued automatic black pistol
The cop with the flashlight chew gum as he whistle
Tapped on the glass, roll it down fast
License, registration address to your lab
They made insurance
The reason why I pulled you over?
'Cause the way you were swervin', sir, you can't be sober
Have you been drinkin'? Breathe into the breathalyzer
Get out the car, please, follow this exercise, sir
Put one finger on your nose now
Now from heel to toe walk in a straight line, ten paces down the road
My homeboy, Kano used to do the mashed potato or cartwheel
And then spin out like a tornado
They used to chase him, right but, son, he would always shake 'em
Then come and puff bowls and make beats inside my basement
Drunk or sober, never lose your composure
Stress on the brain cause pain and stomach ulcers
If you can't understand then come closer
We civilized the uncivilized that we supposed to
Drunk or sober, never lose your composure
Mic in your hand, Black man stand as a soldier
Stress on the brain cause pain and stomach ulcers
If you can't understand then come closer
The lyrics of "Biochemical Equation" by MF DOOM touch on various themes and struggles that humans face in life. The opening lines depict the temptation and pleasures of lust, as well as the internal conflict between our desires and the need for inner peace. The song highlights the continuous battle between human nature and the pursuit of a higher spiritual existence.
MF DOOM emphasizes the importance of repenting from one's sins and walking a straight path. He urges the listener to stop talking nonsense and speak honestly. The lyrics also mention the pressures and challenges of life that we encounter at every turn, but DOOM remains unyielding and refuses to give in to external pressures or compromise his values.
The song also references the Devil and the temptation to surrender one's inner self, symbolized by the "biochemical equation." DOOM states that he will not give his essence away to Satan, despite knowing that he awaits the opportunity to possess it. The lyrics convey DOOM's determination to resist temptation and his confidence in his ability to defeat any foe.
This track showcases DOOM's unique lyrical style, wordplay, and storytelling ability. It intertwines esoteric references and metaphors with personal anecdotes and observations. The overall message seems to be one of resilience, inner strength, and the importance of staying true to oneself.
Line by Line Meaning
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
Attracted to the allure of sinful actions and the satisfaction of desires
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Having vivid thoughts and fantasies that one cannot openly talk about
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
The physical body is easily influenced and it's challenging to find inner harmony
It's a daily conflict between man and beast
Every day presents a battle between our human nature and our base instincts
We strive for God and a better tomorrow
We are constantly working towards spiritual growth and a brighter future
Still suffering from the unforgettable sorrow
Despite our efforts, we continue to experience lingering sadness and pain
Repent from thy sins, son, and walk ye straight
Turn away from wrongdoings, my child, and choose the righteous path
Stop talkin' all that trash, boy, and talk ye straight
Cease speaking in a disrespectful manner and communicate honestly
Afflicted by the pressures of life at every vital point
Burdened by the challenges and responsibilities that impact every aspect of life
Still, I wouldn't give an oint'
Nevertheless, I won't give up or show weakness
Or flinch an inch or pitch a pinch
I won't show fear or hesitation
Off the pie or ever try to try your wench
I won't take anything that is rightfully yours or attempt to seduce your partner
Confronted by the Devil Himself and stayed strong
Faced with the ultimate evil and remained resilient
You think you can take the king, now meet Kong
If you believe you can challenge the best, then prepare to face something even greater
Strong as the base of a mountain, there's no countin'
Unyielding and dependable like the solid foundation of a mountain
How many MCs have sprung from our fountain
Numerous rappers have emerged from our source of inspiration
Fifty-thou' a year process to make this combination
An intricate and time-consuming method to create this unique artistry
I'm not givin' mine away to Satan
I won't surrender my talent and creativity to evil influences
Although I know that he's awaitin'
Despite being aware that evil forces are longing to corrupt me
To get a hold of my biochemical equation
To gain control over my artistic formula and influence my creations
I'ma slip him, son, I'ma dip him, son
I will outsmart and evade the Devil's grasp
When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son
When I have the opportunity to strike, I will defeat him
Bet, ahk straight to the head with the pet rock
Surely, aimed directly at the mind with powerful impact
At least 'til I can get from out this booth it's like a sweatbox
Until I can escape this confined recording space, feeling trapped and uncomfortable
Trade a few bars of head noddin' throw us a stack
Exchange a few verses that prompt enthusiastic head-bobbing for a generous payment
Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin' bonus pack
Once compensated, the agreement is firmly established and includes additional perks
Invest in the first B-boy kid's show
Put resources into creating a television program for young breakdancers
Live off skid row with jive-talking negros
Reside in an impoverished area with lively African American individuals
He wear his beard like a frizzly-haired grizzly
He grows his beard in a wild, untamed manner resembling a bear
And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is he?
Maintaining a unique and infrequent presence, where can he be found?
Is he in your backyard or on your front porch?
Is he lurking in your surroundings, either close or nearby?
Or standing in the corner of the club with the blunt torched? It's off
Or positioned in the club's corner, smoking a rolled marijuana cigar? It's extraordinary
They say he rhyme like he starvin' and sold odds and bodkins
They claim that he raps with hunger and sells unconventional items
To old gods and goblins, golly
To ancient deities and fantastical creatures, wow
I'm just a pest and your worst best friend who mend and rip space-time fabric
I'm merely a nuisance and simultaneously your closest companion, repairing and tearing the fabric of space-time
Like polyester blend, not a hobby for no knobby-kneed lesser men
Similar to a polyester blend, not a pastime for weak and inexperienced individuals
Or sloppy like the rest of them, they probably need estrogen (yo, yo)
Or untidy like the others, they likely lack the assertiveness and drive required (hey, hey)
Drunk or sober, son, don't lose your composure
Whether intoxicated or sober, my child, remain composed and in control
Semi off the Remy, mixed with Henny, MoΓ«t demi'
Somewhat under the influence of Remy Martin, combined with Hennessy and MoΓ«t & Chandon
Underneath the passenger seat, son, tuck the semi'
Conceal the semi-automatic firearm under the passenger seat, my child
Israeli-issued automatic black pistol
A black pistol of Israeli origin, provided by authoritative sources
The cop with the flashlight chew gum as he whistle
The police officer, while blowing a whistle, chews gum and holds a flashlight
Tapped on the glass, roll it down fast
Knocking on the window, lower it quickly
License, registration address to your lab
Provide your driver's license, registration, and the location of your laboratory
They made insurance
They granted me permission or took assurance
'Cause the way you were swervin', sir, you can't be sober
Due to your erratic driving, sir, it's evident that you are not sober
Have you been drinkin'? Breathe into the breathalyzer
Have you consumed alcohol? Exhale into the breathalyzer device
Get out the car, please, follow this exercise, sir
Step out of the vehicle, please, and perform this routine, sir
Put one finger on your nose now
Place one finger on your nose at this moment
Now from heel to toe walk in a straight line, ten paces down the road
Now, walk in a straight line from heel to toe, taking ten steps along the road
My homeboy, Kano used to do the mashed potato or cartwheel
My close friend, Kano, would perform the mashed potato dance or do a cartwheel
And then spin out like a tornado
And subsequently rotate rapidly, resembling a tornado
They used to chase him, right but, son, he would always shake 'em
People used to pursue him, my friend, but he would constantly elude them
Then come and puff bowls and make beats inside my basement
He would then arrive and smoke marijuana and create music in my basement
Drunk or sober, never lose your composure
Whether intoxicated or sober, always maintain your composure
Stress on the brain cause pain and stomach ulcers
Mental and emotional strain leads to physical discomfort and digestive issues
If you can't understand then come closer
If you can't comprehend, approach and listen attentively
We civilized the uncivilized that we supposed to
We have successfully brought civilization to those who lacked it, as we were meant to
Drunk or sober, never lose your composure
Whether intoxicated or sober, always maintain your composure
Mic in your hand, Black man stand as a soldier
With a microphone in your hand, Black man, stand tall and resolute like a soldier
Stress on the brain cause pain and stomach ulcers
Mental and emotional strain leads to physical discomfort and digestive issues
If you can't understand then come closer
If you can't comprehend, approach and listen attentively
Lyrics Β© Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Robert Diggs, Daniel Thompson
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@astheskylarksings
Potholderz to hold the liquid swords
Metal face skipping through open doors
of 36 chambers,
She don't know me, how could I blame her,
She is a stranger, this is a banger
Your favorite rapper's rapper,
Boxing with my shadow,
Rappers reined in with my lasso,
The walls of this room echo with my laughter,
I'm a disaster whenever I'm sober
Get me confused with leader of Cobra
Fat like Oprah, you GI Joe hoes, how can I help ya?
Sit on dis couch, talk to me a second
Naw, fuck yo couch, this is the lesson,
the metal faced reverend,
I put gospel on these beats
for all of my brethren,
Metal faced straight out the second womb,
make you see shit like taking shrooms.
Get it, see shit like you taking shrooms?
Let him take you across that threshold
and then kick the groom out the room
This world is filled with ghost faced killas
and old dirty bastards,
got Method to that madness and these are the chapters
dont make me crack ya
with metal fingers,
clog your arteries like Lil Debbie Zingers
Zebra Cakes and Swiss Cake Rolls
DOOM in the room come in lookin swoll
Dont make me ring the bell that tells the toll,
Can't see me, only smell me, like some f'in moles
@Indegoat
If only we had a whole album of RZA with DOOM. That shit would be absolutely amazing.
@user-qy4ir9ib7d
triumph(doom remix)? id love to see that
@ATK2112
"All big letters, but it isn't no acronym"
@seanmckenna18
We need a track with the wu and doom
@oskarbremer5406
Oh god that allmost sound unreal
@pa1nted
yeah no joke a DOOM tang clan album would be insane
@nickpeitchev7763
Rest in peace to one of the greatest ever man..
@inocuousaltaccount3103
RIP DOOM
@TheJerbol
rip DOOM
@ironbar5294
RIP MF DOOM..............................................