In 2006, Madvillain was featured on Stones Throw Records and Adult Swim's DVD/CD Chrome Children with a new song and live performance. Kidrobot followed this by announcing a Madvillain action figure.
On May 26, 2010, Madvillain released the song "Papermill" via Adult Swim's website. On January 3, 2011, Madvillain released the song "Avalanche & Victory Lap" via Stones Throw mixtape.
On 31 December 2020, Dumile's wife posted an image of MF DOOM on Instagram and Facebook stating that Dumile died on 31 October 2020 at the age of 49, which was later confirmed by his representative.
One Beer
Madvillain Lyrics
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MF DOOM
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I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why shouldn't it be true?
I get a kick out of brew
There's only one beer left
Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf
Tempt me, do a number on the label
Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table like
"It's on me, Put it on my tab kid."
However you get there
Foot it, Cab it, Iron horse it
You're leaving on your face, forfeit
I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it
Told him tell they stole it
He told her he lost it
She told him "Get off it," and a bunch other more shit
Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads
It's like he eating watermelon stay spitting new seeds
It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off
Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough
They group been soft
First hour at the open bar and their trooping off
He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road
She asked him to autograph her derriere
It read
"To Wide Load
This yard bird taste like fried toad Turd
Love
Villain"
Take pride in code words
Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart
Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy
No he's not too fly to skeet in a skezzers eye
And squeeze her thigh
Maybe give her curves a feel
And the same way she feel it when she flow with nerves of steel
They call the super when they need their back... uhh... plumbing fixed
"How theres only one left? the pack comes in six
Whatever happened to two and three?"
A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught
Like, "What you doing G?
Don't make me have to get cutting like truancy
Matter fact not for nothing right now you and me!"
Looser than a pair of Adidas
I hope you brought your spare tweeters
MC's sound like cheerleaders
Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
DOOM came do his thing again no matter who be blinging
He do it for the smelly hubbies
Seeds know what time it is, like it's time for Tellie Tubbies
Few can do it even fewer can sell it
Take it from the dude who wears mask, like a -tarded helmet
He plots shows like robberies
In and out
One, two, three, no bodies please
Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt
The mic is the shottie
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Bring heat, like ya boy done gone to war
He came in the door, and "Everybody on the floor!"
A whole string of jobs, like we on tour
Every night on the score, coming to your corner store
In the song One Beer by Madvillain, MF DOOM starts off by saying how he has no interest in champagne or alcohol, but rather he gets a thrill from drinking beer. The song then transitions into a scene at a bar where only one beer is left, and where rappers are screaming and making noise. MF DOOM describes how he wants to eat up all the MC's and drink them under the table as they tempt him. He then goes on to describe different scenarios and people he encounters in the bar and throughout his life, touching on topics such as groupies, weed, pizza, and robbing. Through his intricate rhymes and storytelling, MF DOOM paints a vivid picture of his experiences and observations.
Overall, the song can be interpreted as a commentary on the music industry and the excess and superficiality that is often present in it. The title "One Beer" could also be seen as a metaphor for how MF DOOM is different from other rappers who may indulge in drugs, alcohol, and other vices. Instead, he finds pleasure in simple things like a cold beer and good rhymes.
Line by Line Meaning
I get no kick from champagne
I don't feel any excitement from drinking champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
Just drinking alcohol doesn't excite me
So tell me why shouldn't it be true?
So why shouldn't it be true that I don't enjoy alcohol?
I get a kick out of brew
But I do enjoy drinking beer
There's only one beer left
There is only one beer remaining to drink
Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf
Rappers are loudly promoting their music to us like we can't hear them
Tempt me, do a number on the label
They try to tempt me into drinking so much that I damage the label on the beer bottle
Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table like
I can consume more beer than any other rappers and beat them in a drinking contest
"It's on me, Put it on my tab kid."
"I'll pay for the drinks, put them on my tab"
However you get there
I don't care how you get to the bar (walk, taxi, train)
Foot it, Cab it, Iron horse it
Walk, take a taxi, or take a train to the bar
You're leaving on your face, forfeit
If you drink too much, you'll be passed out on the floor and lose the drinking game
I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it
I hold the microphone firmly because another rapper might try to steal it from me
They call the super when they need their back... uhh... plumbing fixed
People call the superintendent when they have plumbing issues
He plots shows like robberies
I plan my performances like a criminal plans a robbery
Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt
If you hand over the cash, I won't splash you with sweat
The mic is the shottie
The microphone is like a shotgun, powerful and dangerous
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
If everyone stays still, no one will get hurt
Bring heat, like ya boy done gone to war
I bring the heat (energy and excitement) like a soldier in battle
He came in the door, and "Everybody on the floor!"
I come in strong and demand that everyone listen to me and my music
A whole string of jobs, like we on tour
We have a lot of shows to perform, like we're on tour
Every night on the score, coming to your corner store
We're constantly performing and coming to your local store to buy beer
Contributed by Madelyn T. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@210shonuff
And people are so naive to believe
They chose their frame of mind
You're conditioned so you don't revolt
While the plan is in its prime
That's why things like alcohol were designed
I'm not paranoid, you're just blind and that's fine
Alcohol is proven to paralyze the mind
And what do you see advertised on almost every billboard sign?
But wine ain't always the answer, so once upon a time
They flooded the streets with heroine
To stop the rise of the Black Panthers
@theroninrenofficial9058
Lyrics for the real fans
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why shouldn't it be true?
I get a kick out of brew
There's only one beer left
Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf
Tempt me, do a number on the label
Eat up all they emcees and drink 'em under the table
Like, "It's on me, put it on my tab, kid"
However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it
You're leaving on your face, forfeit
I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it
Told him tell 'em they stole it, he told her he lost it
She told him, "Get off it", and a bunch of other more shit
Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads
It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds
It's the weed, give me some of what he drooping off
Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough
They group been soft
First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off
He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road
She asked him autograph her derriere, it read
"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd
Love, Villain"
Take pride in code words
Crooked eye, mold, nerd geek with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart
Study how to eat to die by the pizza guy
No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer eye
And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel
The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel
They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed
"How there's only one left? The pack comes in six!
Whatever happened to two and three?"
A herb tried to slide with four and five
And got caught like, "What you doing, G?
Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy
Matter of fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me!"
Looser than a pair of Adidas
I hope you brought your spare tweeters
MCs sound like cheerleaders
Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
DOOM came to do the thing again, no matter who be blingin'
He do it for the smelly hubbies
Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Teletubbies
Few can do it, even fewer can sell it
Take it from the dude who wear a mask like a 'tarded helmet
He plots shows like robberies
In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please
Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt
The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt
Bring heat like the boy done gone to war
He came in the door, and "Everybody on the floor!"
A whole string of jobs like we on tour
Every night on the score, coming to your corner store
There, it is done
Now that the representative from South Africa has been
Mind programmed
All of the world leaders on Earth are under my control
And when they meet tomorrow in special session
I, DOOM, shall be voted "Master of the World"
My plan is foolproof, but just in case
And what about snow?
Now, you keep your eyes open
When I tell ya, start snappin' (Oh yeah, sure)
Uh, ladies and gentlemen
I am risking my life to tell you with, with great concern
That I must warn you, I, I
You must listen
Many among you, have, have had their minds taken over
(What a story, start snappin')
DOOM, gosh, I wish I'd brought my autograph book
(Your attempts at humor bore me) Right, lead-head
You're weird
Why is everyone staring at us?
(Aw, I should have realized, we must look like freaks to them)
Relax masseur, just do your thing
(Get a good grip on my-)
What? Why, I'll bend your read-out meter for ya, you little
(Hey, knock it off, Ben)
What's the matter? (Oh, Ben)
You're nothing but a chicken-head
(You overgrown granite-head) Hold it
@XELLTRAK88
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why shouldn't it be true?
I get a kick out of brew
There's only one beer left
Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf
Tempt me, do a number on the label
Eat up all they emcees and drink 'em under the table
Like, "It's on me, put it on my tab, kid"
However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it
You're leaving on your face, forfeit
I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it
Told him tell 'em they stole it, he told her he lost it
She told him, "Get off it", and a bunch of other more shit
Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads
It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds
It's the weed, give me some of what he drooping off
Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough
They group been soft
First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off
He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road
She asked him autograph her derriere, it read
"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd
Love, Villain"
Take pride in code words
Crooked eye, mold, nerd geek with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart
Study how to eat to die by the pizza guy
No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer eye
And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel
The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel
They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed
"How there's only one left? The pack comes in six!
Whatever happened to two and three?"
A herb tried to slide with four and five
And got caught like, "What you doing, G?
Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy
Matter of fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me!"
Looser than a pair of Adidas
I hope you brought your spare tweeters
MCs sound like cheerleaders
Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
DOOM came to do the thing again, no matter who be blingin'
He do it for the smelly hubbies
Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Teletubbies
Few can do it, even fewer can sell it
Take it from the dude who wear a mask like a 'tarded helmet
He plots shows like robberies
In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please
Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt
The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt
Bring heat like the boy done gone to war
He came in the door, and "Everybody on the floor!"
A whole string of jobs like we on tour
Every night on the score, coming to your corner store
There, it is done
Now that the representative from South Africa has been
Mind programmed
All of the world leaders on Earth are under my control
And when they meet tomorrow in special session
I, DOOM, shall be voted "Master of the World"
My plan is foolproof, but just in case
And what about snow?
Now, you keep your eyes open
When I tell ya, start snappin' (Oh yeah, sure)
Uh, ladies and gentlemen
I am risking my life to tell you with, with great concern
That I must warn you, I, I
You must listen
Many among you, have, have had their minds taken over
(What a story, start snappin')
DOOM, gosh, I wish I'd brought my autograph book
(Your attempts at humor bore me) Right, lead-head
You're weird
Why is everyone staring at us?
(Aw, I should have realized, we must look like freaks to them)
Relax masseur, just do your thing
(Get a good grip on my-)
What? Why, I'll bend your read-out meter for ya, you little
(Hey, knock it off, Ben)
What's the matter? (Oh, Ben)
You're nothing but a chicken-head
(You overgrown granite-head) Hold it
@davidyoung3292
There's only one beer left, and pour it out for our fuckin homie. RIP
@inkwell6330
thats right
@joshlamson1955
Drink em under the table, like, it's on me. Put it on my tab, kid.
@guiletexasranger526
Follow it up with some shrooms,
after that roll a spliff
Not too late to congregate his work be the greatest hits
@wrongmax
I’m fucking devastated
@Aperiianuam
'Crooked eye, mold, nerd geek with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart...'
😢
@silentsam222
Man, RIP MF DOOM, the final devastating curveball of 2020; truly timeless shit.
@samborgensjr6456
And it was on fucking Halloween. Same day as Sean Connery. Sheesh.
@dontdoxme1730
@@samborgensjr6456 The super villain dies on Halloween and keeps it a secret for two months.
He really was on another level.
@tylerreedmusic
@@dontdoxme1730 big fuckin facks