Thursday, 10 June 2010

Madvillain - Accordion (2004)

Melancholy hip hop - not something you hear very often. This tune is a mere 1 minute 50 seconds long. It features a repetitive accordian loop, a simple, unfussy beat, a bit of deep bass burble every now and again, and the buttery flow of the one and only MF Doom.

Madvillain is but one of a myriad of groups, aliases or guest appearances by the enigmatic supervillain of underground hip hop known as MF (Metal Face) Doom. There is no room in this blog post to discuss the amazing music, story and legend of MF Doom - check out wikipedia as a starting point and go from there. But remember, truth is stranger than fiction, and often with Doom it's hard to tell the one from the other. But what's indisputable he's produced some of the most creative and goddamn funky hip hop of the last 20 years.

Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster
I-C-E cold, nice to be old
Y2G steed twice to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and behold
Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told
Keep your glory, gold and glitter
For have half of his niggaz'll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and don't mean shit-ta
Villain a mixture between both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare
When he have the mic it's like the place get like: 'Ah yeah!'
It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
Just keep ya eye out, like 'aye, aye captain'
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it

And can they testify from inner spirit
In living, the true gods
Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics than the church got 'Ooh Lords'
And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords
Or even one with two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it
It's like the end to the means
Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends
That's why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos..
Slip like Freudian
Your first and last step to playin' yourself like accordion
When he had the mic you don't go next
Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes need Kotex
Exercise index won't need Boflex
And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex

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