Vomitspit
MF Doom Lyrics
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He hear it in his sleep sometimes
Blare it in your jeep so your peoples can stare at them rhymes
Real rhymes not your everyday hologram
Even when ribs was touchin' never swallowed the ham
He'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad
It might need salt like your man's bland ballad
A lot of stuff happens that the news won't tell yous
Snooze, all hell loose
Rake it
Take it like the good, the bad, the ugly
Break it, rollin' through ya hood in the caddy buggy
Butter softly, leather flossy, fatty juggy
Always threw me off when she told me "Daddy funk me"
I'm like anywho's
Seeds walkin' all out in street with out any shoes
I guess it's better than some funky socks
You need to get her some skips before she catch the monkey pox
Instead she wanna hear the beatbox
Take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock
Sing it
Bring it, back to your laboratory
While he's in his oratory
Glorious like a horror story
The mask is like Jason
They told the place not to let the basket type case in
He could be some kind of wacko
Waitin' for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack ho
He busted in
Blessed be the Lord
Who believe any mess they read up on a message board
If so, I got bridges for the low low
Same bitch'll a go dry snitchin' to the popo
Here, orange peel stogs for the whole tier
Feel like I've been gone over a year, came home to old gear
It was the shit when I first scooped it
At least I get to sit out in New York and curse stupid
Plead the fifth
Sip wine stiffly
Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy
Gift for the grind
Criminal mind shifty
Swift with the nine through a fifty nine fifty
Well edumacated
He heard it when he meditated in deep theta
Let her hate the creep later
Dedicated cheap skata who keeps data
Stay he stay self medicated to sleep later
Side effects is similar to sugar pill
Whoever go next on the mic he put a booger eww
And made his exit on some calm shit
Begged him on the regular for kegs of more vomit spit
In MF DOOM's "Vomitspit," the rapper speaks from the perspective of an individual who loves rap and is passionate about creating real rhymes that are not just "everyday hologram." The beat is everything to him, he hears it in his sleep and loves to blare it in his car to showcase his skills. He openly talks about his struggle with poverty, hunger, and homelessness without ever sacrificing his dreams and passion for rap. He talks about the tragedies and events in the world that the mainstream media won't report, the violence and crime that individuals see in their neighborhoods, and the various issues that are present in society.
The rapper showcases his exceptional wordplay skills throughout the song, using metaphors and similes such as "butter softly, leather flossy, fatty juggy." He reflects on his past experiences and his friends' experiences, such as a seed walking outside without any shoe, highlighting the importance of being grateful for what we have. He mentions his disdain for fake individuals who lie and gossip, proclaiming that he has a gift for the grind and is swift with a nine through a fifty-nine fifty.
Overall, the song is a tribute to the love of hip hop, the value of self-determination, and the importance of staying true to oneself, no matter the circumstances.
Line by Line Meaning
It's the beat
The sound is what drives his art.
He hear it in his sleep sometimes
The beat is always on his mind.
Blare it in your jeep so your peoples can stare at them rhymes
Play the music loudly, so others can hear his clever lyrics.
Real rhymes not your everyday hologram
Authentic lyrics, not just for show.
Even when ribs was touchin' never swallowed the ham
He wouldn't compromise his integrity for material wealth.
He'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad
He prefers a simple, healthy diet.
It might need salt like your man's bland ballad
The music needs a little extra flavor, like lyrics that really resonate with people.
A lot of stuff happens that the news won't tell yous
The media doesn't cover everything that's happening in society.
Blues on L juice
Depressed people turn to drugs.
Snooze, all hell loose
Bad things happen while people are asleep, oblivious to what's going on around them.
Rake it
Grab any opportunity that comes his way.
Take it like the good, the bad, the ugly
Accept whatever comes and keep rapping.
Break it, rollin' through ya hood in the caddy buggy
Drive around in a fancy car.
Butter softly, leather flossy, fatty juggy
Enjoy the finer things, like fancy cars and attractive women.
Always threw me off when she told me "Daddy funk me"
It's strange when a woman calls him "Daddy" and asks him to dance.
I'm like anywho's
Anyway, moving on.
Seeds walkin' all out in street with out any shoes
Children running wild and without rules.
I guess it's better than some funky socks
At least they're not wearing dirty socks.
You need to get her some skips before she catch the monkey pox
Buy the children some shoes before they get sick.
Instead she wanna hear the beatbox
The children are more interested in music and dancing than being responsible.
Take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock
People pretend to do drugs when in reality they're not taking anything at all.
Sing it
Keep the music going.
Bring it, back to your laboratory
Go back to the studio to work on new music.
While he's in his oratory
He's in his creative zone.
Glorious like a horror story
His music is both beautiful and a little scary.
The mask is like Jason
Like the horror movie villain, he wears a mask to intimidate.
They told the place not to let the basket type case in
Security is warned not to let him in.
He could be some kind of wacko
He's a little crazy.
Waitin' for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack ho
Ready to perform with intense energy, like a drug addict.
He busted in
He entered through force.
Blessed be the Lord
He's grateful for being able to make music.
Who believe any mess they read up on a message board
People believe almost anything that they see on the internet.
If so, I got bridges for the low low
He's selling something cheap.
Same bitch'll a go dry snitchin' to the popo
Someone will betray him.
Here, orange peel stogs for the whole tier
Sharing cheap cigarettes with his fellow inmates.
Feel like I've been gone over a year, came home to old gear
After being away for some time, things don't seem to have changed much.
It was the shit when I first scooped it
He was excited when he first got the gear.
At least I get to sit out in New York and curse stupid
He's happy to be making music in New York City.
Plead the fifth
Refuse to answer a question to avoid incriminating oneself.
Sip wine stiffly
Drinking wine conservatively, perhaps to savor it.
Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy
Take time to prepare himself before going out.
Gift for the grind
Talent for making music.
Criminal mind shifty
He's a little sneaky.
Swift with the nine through a fifty nine fifty
Quickly grabbing and shooting a gun.
Well edumacated
Well-educated.
He heard it when he meditated in deep theta
He has creative inspiration when he's in a meditative state.
Let her hate the creep later
Don't worry about others' negativity, focus on making music.
Dedicated cheap skata who keeps data
A frugal musician who keeps track of finances.
Stay he stay self medicated to sleep later
Self-medication through drugs or alcohol to help with sleep.
Side effects is similar to sugar pill
There are no real benefits to self-medication.
Whoever go next on the mic he put a booger eww
Disgusting habit of wiping boogers on the microphone.
And made his exit on some calm shit
Cool and collected when leaving.
Begged him on the regular for kegs of more vomit spit
Fans constantly ask for more music.
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Daniel Dumile Thompson
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