Or, on another angle he could be saying that his rhymes are fine like ‘dimes’ (beautiful women, Word up to L).
Finally, he might just be saying he’s not only a rapper, but also a pimp. He sells rhymes and he sells women (dimes). It’s DOOM, you know.
Samples the Quincy Jones cheese-fest “One Hundred Ways”.
The instrumental version of this song was later released on DOOM’s collection of beats "Special Herbs", under the name “Monosodium Glutamate.”
Rhymes Like Dimes
MF DOOM Lyrics
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In his right hand was your man's worst nightmare
Loud enough to burst his right eardrum close-range
The game is not only dangerous, but it's most strange
I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times
Joking rhymes, like the "Is you just happy to see me?" Trick
A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show
So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo
Tally-ho! A high Joker like Spades game
Came back from five years to laying and stayed the same
Saying, electromagnetic field, it blocks all logic, Spock
And G-Shocks her biological clock
When I hit it, slid into the shitter, thought I killed her goose
Her Power U was pure Brita water, filtered juice
Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him
Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write with him
Never seen the shit again but he's still my dunny
The only thing that come between us is krill and money
I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times
Better rhymes make for better songs, it matters not
If you got a lot of what it takes just to get along
Surrender now or suffer serious setbacks
Got get-back, connects wet-back, get stacks
Even if you gots to get jet-black, head to toe
To get the dough, battle for bottles of Mo' or 'dro
This fly flow take practice like Tae Bo with Billy Blanks
"Oh, you're too kind!" "Really? Thanks!"
To the gone and lost forever like "Oh My Darling Clementine"
He hold his heart when he telling rhyme
When it's his time, I hope his soul go to Heaven
He nasty like the old time Old No. 7
You still taste it when you chase it with the Coca-Cola
Make 'em wish they could erase it out the Motorola
I told her, "No credit for a bag"
If you want what they got, then go get it, it's all gak
Only in America could you find a way to earn a healthy buck
And still keep your attitude on self-destruct
I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times
Joking rhymes, like the "Is you just happy to see me?" Trick
Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick
A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show
So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo
Tally-ho! High Joker like Spades game
Came back from five years laying, stayed the same
I'm saying, electromagnetic field will block all logic, Spock
And G-Shocks her biological clock
When I hit it, slid into the shitter, thought I killed her goose
Her Power U was pure Brita water, filtered juice
Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him
Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write with him
Never seen the shit again but he's still my dunny
The only thing that come between us is krill and money
We sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times
In your arms tonight
She'll reflect
That she owes you the sweetest of debts
If she wants to pay
Check it out, y'all! Ya don't stop! Keep on, to the sure shot!
Huh-ha! What the deal, God? Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh oh!
Yo! Yeah yeah, you're listening to the buttery slickness
The Land-O-Lakes from my man MF Doom
Yeah! Yeah!
Rock-shockin' the house, with another nugget
Uh-uh-uh-ah, eh, oh, ah, oh, hoo-wee! Yeah! Yeah!
Regulation status, right here, Fondle 'Em Recordings
Nineteen-ninety-nine, yeah
Now what are you 'posed to say on the end of records?
I don't know, yeah!
Woo! Yeah!
Mashed potatoes
Applesauce
Buttery biscuits
And I get lost
A-yes, yes, yes, yes y'all
You don't stop
Keep on to the break-a-dawn
Say what? Uh! Yeah!
You thought it all was over
You thought the song was over
Ah! We tricked you, we tricked you
Woo
You listening to www dot hairline dot com
MF DOOM, Kool Bob Love
The song "Rhymes like Dimes" by MF DOOM is a rap song that talks about DOOM's prowess as a rapper and his experience in the music industry. The lyrics are witty and poetic, and DOOM employs wordplay and metaphors to convey his message. The first verse talks about DOOM's ability to create rhymes that are worth a lot, just like dimes. He emphasizes that he keeps cash but never brags about it as he values the substance of his rhymes more than material possessions. The second verse talks about the importance of delivering quality rhymes that make for better songs, and the consequences of not doing so. DOOM also touches on the American Dream of earning a healthy buck while keeping an attitude of self-destruction.
DOOM's lyrics are rich in metaphor and allusions. He compares his rhymes to a dime, a small but valuable coin, suggesting that his rap skills are precious but often overlooked by his peers. The line "loud enough to burst his right eardrum close-range" uses hyperbole to describe the impact of his rhymes on his audience. The line "When I hit it, slid into the shitter, thought I killed her goose" is a metaphor that refers to the way his rhymes can have a profound effect on listeners. DOOM uses a lot of wordplay throughout the song, making it both amusing and thought-provoking.
Line by Line Meaning
Ayo, yo, y'all can't stand right here
You can't stay here
In his right hand was your man's worst nightmare
He held a weapon that terrified your man.
Loud enough to burst his right eardrum close-range
The weapon was so loud it permanently damaged your man's ear.
The game is not only dangerous, but it's most strange
The rap game is bizarre and precarious.
I sell rhymes like dimes
I sell my raps for money.
The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times
Many rappers who have money pretend they are poor.
Joking rhymes, like the "Is you just happy to see me?" Trick
Silly double-meaning raps, like a sexual innuendo.
Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick
Old-school comedians need to hydrate their lips.
A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show
Many rappers sound like they're trying to prove themselves.
So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo
I provide a memorable performance.
Tally-ho! A high Joker like Spades game
I'm a skilled rapper like a card player.
Came back from five years to laying and stayed the same
I came back and my style remained consistent.
Saying, electromagnetic field, it blocks all logic, Spock
I'm making a Star Trek reference to suggest love defies logic.
And G-Shocks her biological clock
My rhymes can delay someone's reproductive system.
When I hit it, slid into the shitter, thought I killed her goose
When I had sex with her, things didn't go well.
Her Power U was pure Brita water, filtered juice
She had a small axe to grind.
Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him
I always have a pen, like a drug addict has their pipe.
Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write with him
I'm talking about a friend who stole my pen.
Never seen the shit again but he's still my dunny
He never returned it, but he's still my friend.
The only thing that come between us is krill and money
Money is the only thing that might ruin our friendship.
Better rhymes make for better songs, it matters not
Good rapping leads to good music, that's important.
If you got a lot of what it takes just to get along
If you have the talent but just blend in, you're not really succeeding.
Surrender now or suffer serious setbacks
If you don't improve your game, you'll fall behind.
Got get-back, connects wet-back, get stacks
Get even, join networks, and make money by any means necessary.
Even if you gots to get jet-black, head to toe
Even if you have to go in disguise to sell drugs.
To get the dough, battle for bottles of Mo' or 'dro
To get money, fight for bottles of champagne or weed.
This fly flow take practice like Tae Bo with Billy Blanks
My flow is impressive, but it took practice to perfect it.
"Oh, you're too kind!" "Really? Thanks!"
A conversation between two people enjoying each other's company.
To the gone and lost forever like "Oh My Darling Clementine"
Reference to a song about losing someone.
He hold his heart when he telling rhyme
He raps with passion and emotion.
When it's his time, I hope his soul go to Heaven
When he dies, I hope he goes to a better place.
He nasty like the old time Old No. 7
He's dirty like an old bottle of Jack Daniels.
You still taste it when you chase it with the Coca-Cola
You can still taste the whiskey when you mix it with Coke.
Make 'em wish they could erase it out the Motorola
I'll rap so well they'll wish they had a way to forget it.
I told her, "No credit for a bag"
I told her she couldn't buy drugs on credit.
If you want what they got, then go get it, it's all gak
If you want to be rich like them, then sell drugs like them.
Only in America could you find a way to earn a healthy buck
Only in America can you make a lot of illegal money.
And still keep your attitude on self-destruct
Despite the success, you could still wreck yourself.
In your arms tonight
A romantic reference to being embraced.
She'll reflect
She'll show how grateful she is.
That she owes you the sweetest of debts
That she has a debt of gratitude to pay.
Check it out, y'all! Ya don't stop! Keep on, to the sure shot!
Listen to this and keep going to succeed.
Huh-ha! What the deal, God? Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh oh!
An expression of energy and excitement.
You're listening to the buttery slickness
You're hearing my smooth voice.
The Land-O-Lakes from my man MF Doom
A nickname for MF Doom.
Rock-shockin' the house, with another nugget
Performing well with another excellent song.
Regulation status, right here, Fondle 'Em Recordings
A claim to being an official rapper on a particular record label.
Now what are you 'posed to say on the end of records?
Questioning what to say at the end of a song.
I don't know, yeah!
Uncertain answer.
Mashed potatoes
Random food reference.
Applesauce
More of the same.
Buttery biscuits
Even more food.
And I get lost
Where did he go with these food references?
A-yes, yes, yes, yes y'all
Expression of enthusiasm.
You don't stop
Keep going.
Keep on to the break-a-dawn
Don't quit until sunrise.
Say what? Uh! Yeah!
More hype noises.
You thought it all was over
It seemed like the song had finished.
We tricked you, we tricked you
But the song's actually back for more.
Woo
Celebratory shout.
You listening to www dot hairline dot com
Humorous website name.
MF DOOM, Kool Bob Love
The rapper's name and his friend's name.
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Daniel Dumile Thompson
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