Cultural appropriation is like doomscrolling without acknowledging the Doom in it. Yes, I said it! Yes, I'm going flight mode. No, I'm not staying on the flight. Yes, I'm jumping off, no parachute. Leaving X…
DOOM IS NOT ON TWITTER. Why? It's for the birds and he is hip hop's big bad. Wolf? That's Peanut Butter, no jelly sandwich. Sand which hoped for castle but got desert. That's Madvillainy, bomb shelter born and influential as far as a thirsty eye can see. In fact, its release straight up blew the underground's ear. Here. Now. It's the only one still alive. Bomb shelter genes and all. All is gone save for the Rose Hotel that Madvillainy is in cyberspace equivalence, call Doom
[Count Zero]
Count Zero a foe and you'll never leave the Sprawl/Neo of the Bistro, he beef rap the vegans, teeth cap the meatheads and grief crap the greats(It's all in a day's work)/Still, it leaves the Count weary like a Newmark, get scent, Gaunt!/The old cybernaut sure like his jokes so inhale them/In hell is to be found the illest villains Madvillain on their latest dastardly, rocketing up the glitchy hill while Hildisvini charges down like an avalanche/Escavalon will not be Avalon's lunch/Lurch off the path most abstract does rocket Mad at the last/Limping in experimental's heel, mental must exp the peri's H.P/He Pickman's Model, loves his craft, this Rocket-riding villain who's a near perfect monster/The 9, on the grind he's the Rhinestone Cowboy(Nah)/Cult bold cannibal gutting MCs like machine gun calorifics/Collutory, capnomancy by a cosmocrat coenobite, no emcee wants that…/Smote, smite a cracker, Madvillain cackling 'bout their cockamamie crimes/Comfortable, Count knows the belly of the glitch like a Bergman flick/Crackers, crack away The Seventh Seal and lo and behold, Count has metamorphosed into a night/Not knight so f**k chess/Knife Death like dog teeth on skeleton bones(Rinse, rip, eat)/Count Zero knifes every other rapper with pun upon pun like its Goodnight/Punpun the only he who survived the night/MF Doom no good knight. Nightmare, he's a villain with a capital V/ V for Visard, Vinomadefied, Villain past the fine line. Comic into real life, Metal Face holds the mic like its a lifeline. He holds it like Thor does the hammer. Armor, MF DOOM is armoured up but it's not enough. Pitchfork says he's all actinium and that's one off Thorium. One off Thor so Barbarossa cannot be the beard behind the mask. One off Thor so the mic on Operation Doomsday's album cover cannot be Mjölnir in disguise. One of Thor, MF Doom is deemed a Loki and like Loki, is chased away by the powers that be. MF Doom vanishes from the rap industry then surfaces with Madvillainy years later. The rest is history. As for the making of that history, it Is long but if we must strip it and give it a short to wear, then this is how it would go: Villain met Mad fine dining on genius. Shared a meal in a bullet and by epilogue of train, Madvillain's formation was a wrap. Unwrapped a masterpiece and left Villain to rap it into a magnum opus. Unfinished Mona Lisa leaks into cyberspace, space bar the distance between Mad and Villain for a double shot of six-month rum. He who leaked it drank in the infamy then ate a .22 from Villain. Villain reads Catch-22, caught some monsters off it then it's back to courting half naked Mona Lisa again. Magnum opus not enough so Villain goes mag'n'um opus, its voice alteration. Went Overdrive with it, Madvillain finishing up the masterpiece like its the Sprawl Trilogy. Mona Lisa Overdrive complete, call it Madvillainy, an experience akin to the mag in mag'n'um opus. A listen is like loading a mag, putting the loaded pistol under your jaw and um…blows any mind, guaranteed.
Guaranteed that I've done it which I have not so let's try it out, you and me. Yes, lets experiment with the listen on 3, 2, 1, 🧑🦰👨🦰🔫