Madvillainy Album

Artist(s): Madvillain

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Tracklist

The Illest Villains

length: 1:57
producer: MF DOOM and Madlib
lead vocals: MF DOOM
lyricist: Daniel Dumile
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.

As luck would have it, one of america's two most powerful villains of the next decade is turned loose to strike terror into the hearts of men

Who shock women into uncontrolled hysteria

"don't touch that!"

The villains themselves were ultimately responsible for much of the popularity
Audiences loved to hate
The importance of the villain was not overlooked, of course one of the worst of all was madvillain
They had no code of ethics

"what's the matter, a guy was only tryin' to have fun-"
"get to work on these boys, anybody bring a gun for me?"
"yeah here's one."

Not one but two - typical villain releases included

"I know they wanna kiss me, but don't let anyone see me like that - please doctor help me!"

And a sequel

"master of all-"

Both the villains were to meet in

"your mother was the lightning!"

Two historical figures, outlaws and desperadoes if that
The villainous pair of really nice boys who just
Happened to be on the wrong side of the law
Three hundred and sixty degrees
Similar sequences could not be defeated
Villains who possess supernatural abilities
Villains who were the personification of carnage
Madvillain, more accurately, the dark side of our beings
Perhaps it is due to this seminal connection
That audiences can relate their experience
In life with the villains and their dastardly doings

Accordion

length: 1:59
producer: Madlib
lead vocals: MF DOOM
lyricist: Daniel Dumile
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.

[MF Doom]
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
(Humming)
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

Meat Grinder

length: 2:12
producer: Madlib
lead vocals: MF DOOM
lyricist: Daniel Dumile
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.

Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder
Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft street minor
China was a neat signer, trouble with the script digits
Double dip/bubble lips, sorrow less midget
Borderline schizoid, sort of fine tits tho
Pour the wine hold the grind, quarter to nine, lets go
Ever since ten eleven, glad she met a brethren
Then his last style seven alligator, seven at the gates of heaven
Knocking, no answer, slow dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest flow stanzas
Yes, no Villain, Metal Face the death stroke
Guest shows, still incredible in escrow
Just say hoe, I will taste the yayo, Wild West style fest, y'all best to
lay low
Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough
Before the cheddar get away, you best to get Maaco
The worst haters God on perpetrated are favors
Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers
... In all quad flavors, large savers
Still back in the game like Jack Lalanne
think you know the name, don't rack your brain
on a fast track to half insane
Either in a slow beat or that of speed or wrath of Kane
Laughter, pain
Doom's songs lit, in the booth, with the best host
Doing bong hits, on the roof, in the west coast
He's at it again
Mad at the pen
Glad that we win a tad fat in a bad hat for men
Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers
You can find the Villain in satin congas
The vans screeches
The old man preaches
About the gold sand beaches
The cold hand reaches
For the old tan ellesse's
... Jesus

Bistro

length: 1:08
producer: Madlib
lead vocals: MF DOOM
lyricist: Daniel Dumile
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the debut grand opening
Of Madvillain Bistro Bed and Breakfast Bar and Grill
Cafe lounge on the water

Where we offer you the finest of the finer things
Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week
Three hundred and sixty five days a year

Live on the beats, we have the one and only Madlib
We also have King Geedorah on the mix
Yesterday's New Quintet's here, Viktor Vaughn, Quasimoto
And I'm your host, 'The Supervillain'

Just lay back and have a good time
Enjoy the music, you know what I'm sayin'
I'd like to dedicate this next joint to my mans, you know
Big Hookie and Baba from the laundromat

Raid

length: 2:31
producer: Madlib
guest lead vocals: MED
lead vocals: MF DOOM
lyricist: Daniel Dumile, MED
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.
2,2,1,2
Mmm, How DOOM hold heat and preach non-violence?
Shh! He about to start a speech, c'mon, silence!
On one scary night I saw the light
Heard a voice that sounded like Barry White
Said, "Sure you're right"
Don't let me find out who tried to bite
They're better off goin to fly a kite in a fire fight
During a tornado time with no coat then I caught ya
Wrote the book on rhymes
A note from the author, with no head shot
He said it's been a while
Got a bread-winner style
To get an inner-child to fin'a smile
And that's no exaggeration
The doctor told a patient, "It's all in your imagination, negro"
Ah, what do he know about the buttery flow?
He need to cut the ego
Trippin' to date the metal fellow been rippin' flows
Since New York plates were ghetto yellow with broke blue writin'
This is too excitin'
Folks leave out the show feeling truly enlightened
They say the Villain been spittin' enough lightnin'
To rock shock the Boogie Down to Brighton
A'ight then.

How Med hold heat like Clint East is reborn
Leave em with more holes than a dartboard
Haters watch em, Hennesy double shottin'
Drink like the answer to the problems at the bottles bottom
From the bottom top did homey pay how you want me
My *****s take no like Kobe
Even with the arms of the Hulk ya couldn't hold me
From gettin mines stogies we roll smokin' and gettin' by
Thanks rap I ain't gotta dime
Got me sneakin' outta check out lines wit bottles by the way side
Smacked em in the face let em taste pride
Face drop, end up washed up like the shore lines
Do or die, ride how the debt returns, street terms
Hid me in this dirt like an earth worm
What he spit hits a bros, will brothers ever learn?
Word for word, check with a nerve, meetin' adjourned

America's Most Blunted

length: 3:55
producer: Madlib
guest lead vocals: Quasimoto
lead vocals: MF DOOM
lyricist: Daniel Dumile, Otis Jackson Jr.
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.

(feat. Quasimoto)
[Intro]
Come out to show them...
Like open the brews up, and let some of the blues blood come out to show them
Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them [storm howls]
come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them... [echoes]
[guitar sound, coughing fit] Music (bad weed)
Listening to music while stoned is a whole new world (to' up man)
Most cannabis consumers report it second only to sex
And grass will change your musical habits, for the better
[scratched: "America's most blunted!"]
{"Soon as he start sleepin, catchin you off guard"}
{"If you'll all gather closer at the phonograph"}
Where Quas at? {"Yo!"} Doom, you got the trees?
{"America's most blunted!"}
[MF Doom]
Quas, when he really hit scar mode
Never will he boost loose Phillies with the barcode
Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip
Or slit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip
Some rather baggies others like they cracks and browns
Catch a tag, roll a bag of swag in a Black'n'Mild
See twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part
The list top gold, bust before beef start
At the Stop'n'Go Mart, actin like a spirit host done it
{"America's most blunted!"} Yeah, yo
Doom nominated for the best rolled L's
And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well
Wild guess? You could say he stay sedated
Some say buddha'd, some say faded
Someday pray that he will grow a foreign barn full
Recent research show it's not so darn harmful (true)
Sometimes you might need to detox
It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beatbox
Off spite to your surprise
Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes
Tear a page out the good book, hear it how you want it
{"America's most blunted!"}
[Chorus]
{"Comin kinda stupid from the station"} {"blunted"}
{"Amazing loops, loops, loops.."} {"blunted"}
{"The-th-the-best, the-th-best, the-the-the, the best in your perimeter"}
Yo I can't find that nigga Metal Face nowhere (oh alright)
{"America's most blunted!"}
[Lord Quas]
Doom! The Madvillain killin mad boom
Consume weed and drink brew 'til we perfume the room
The beat conductor smoke twenty-four/seven
Shady.. you can even ask my reverand
Willie knows, how the Phillies roll, really though
I spend my last dough, to pick up the sticky gold
I spark the lah, but don't {fuck} with speed or trees with seeds
Quasimoto crew, we get keyed
The most blunted on the map
The one astro black, in the alley, with a hoodrat
Hoodrat.. when you try to react
{*belch*} Even your pops got smacked
Even your moms got cracked
Meanwhile!! While my bowl got packed
Drop X so you can have good sex (what, no)
I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank
I got the fat sack {shh} all day I'm on it
Who are we? {"America's most blunted!"}
[Outro]
{"Comin kinda stupid from the station"} {"blunted"}
{"Amazing loops, loops, loops.."} {"blunted"}
{"America's most blunted!"}
Creativity, it's a known fact that grass increases creativity
from eight, to eleven times. In fact, everyone finds that they're
more creative stoned, than straight. So remember!
M-A-R-I-J-U... [xylophone] ... A-J-U-A-N-A [xylophone]
Mari-ah.. [xylo] ..juana [xylo] Mari-whana [xylo]
[laughter]

Sickfit

length: 1:22
producer: Madlib
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.
Instrumental

Rainbows

length: 2:52
producer: Madlib
lead vocals: MF DOOM
lyricist: Daniel Dumile
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.

You know, you best to watch out (watch your back nigga)
Til you, be fresh out of clout (fresh water trout)
Rumors (out of water) that he got a mouth on the street (somebody tell him yo)
You know, you best to watch out (watch your back nigga)
Who knows, who is watchin in (streets is watchin you)
Hope, they don't know (they don't know nothin)
As much, as he thinks, that they know
That what, he drinks, is Drain-o
Rat butt, she winks, rainbow-oww-owwws
[woman screams, Doom harmonizes]
Loser, was twice in the fed (comin home son)
User, whose nice in the head (where that shit at bitch)
Choose to, entice him with bread (get paid son)
Harem, they said he was ex-pen-dable - dead broke
Air him, there's no witnesses (tell 'em the B.I.)
Dare him, they said he was ex-pen-dable (dead 'em dunn)
Air him, there's no witnesses (tell 'em the B.I.)
You know, you best to watch out (watch your back nigga)
Who knows, who is watchin in (nosey yo)
Hope, they don't know (they don't know nothin)
As much, as he thinks, that they know
That what, he drinks, is Drain-o
Rat butt, she winks, rainbow-oww-owwws
[woman screams, Doom harmonizes]
[Outro]
This Villain was a ruthless mass conquerer
with aspirations to dominate the universe

Curls

length: 1:36
producer: Madlib
lead vocals: MF DOOM
lyricist: Daniel Dumile
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.

Villain get the money like curls
They just trying to get a nut like squirrels in his mad world
Land of milk and honey with the swirls
Where reckless naked girls get necklaces and pearls
Compliments of the town jeweler
Left back now-schooler trying to sound cooler
On the microphone known as the crown ruler
Never lied to ma when we said we found the moolah
Five-hundred something dollars laying right there in the street
Huh, now let's try and get something to eat
Then he turned four and started flowing to the poor
That's about when he first started going raw
Kept the 'dro in the drawer
A rhyming klepto who couldn't go up in the store no more
His life is like a folklore legend
Why you so stiff? you need to smoke more brethren
Insted of trying to riff with the broke war veteran
Spliff made him swore he saw heaven he was seven
Yup, you know it, growing up too fast
Showing up to class with Moët in a flask
He ask the teacher if he leave will he pass
His girl is home alone he trying to get the
If you want to sip get a paper water fountain glass
How I'm 'posed to know where your mouth been last
Hands so fast he can out-spin the Flash
Known to smoke a whole mountain of hash to the ash
Boom-bash leave the room with the stash
Assume it's in a smash, Doom get the cash

Money Folder

length: 3:03
producer: Madlib
lead vocals: MF DOOM
lyricist: Daniel Dumile
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.

[Cut]
The villain took on many forms..
[MF Doom]
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
After you who's last, it's Doom, he's the worst known
That'll have your boom blown or even thirst bone
Rock it to a worst clone, just don't curse the throne
On his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go
So he can bring it to you live in stere-ere-o
Pan it, can't understand it, ban it
The underhanded ranted, planned it and left him stranded
The best, any who profess will be remanded
Yes sir, request permission to be candid? Granted
I don't think we can handle a style so rancid
They flipped it like matted, did the old jazz standard
[Jazz break]
Don't mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly
Off a two or three Heines, and boy was they fine gee
One Black, One Spanish, One Chiney
It keeps the woody shiny year round like a pine tree
Don't sign me I'm about to get a mil without em
Grab him off the shelf, he's the villain, and what about him
So and he's a jerk and you don't know him
Mad how he expand work but won't show 'em
Poor guys what a cypha moreso four eyes
Now hook me with two apple pies and a small fries
All rise, so far art as a Rupple
So raw break it down and make quadruple
It's crucial, you could see it in his pupil
And this time when he get it he'll waste it on somethin' useful
Like getting juiced off a deuce-deuce of cokey
Keep it low key, known to pull a okey-dokey
Silly Goose, Doom is too jokey
Damn he could really use a room or a whole key
Egads, he got enough styles to start three fads
True dat, she gotta wonder do she come with kneepads
What a call, what a real butterball
Either I get a strike or strike out, gutterball
Rock it like yeah for the four
With knives inside pockets, prepare for the brawl
Yeah y'all you could say its an earful
Beware, do not touch mic, be careful
And just like he said, I coulda told ya
MF, the holder of a boulder, Money Folder
It's ain't funny nigga
Money Folder
[Beat break]
[Outro/Record cuts]
The muscle-bound karate expert concealed a razor edge
Which could lop the head off of a marble statue once propelled
With notorious world takeover schemes and the most magnificent gadgets imaginable
Villains rapidly grew healthy cash flow
It is explained by a more comedic villain, the bald headed DOOM
This villain rose to incredible new heights of money-making, revenge and extortion
Such was the magnitude of the typical villain
This is no answer!
Very well then.... a duel to the death

Shadows of Tomorrow

length: 2:37
producer: Madlib
guest lead vocals: Quasimoto
lead vocals: MF DOOM
lyricist: Daniel Dumile, Otis Jackson Jr.
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.

(feat. Lord Quasimoto)
[Lord Quasimoto]
Today is the shadow of tomorrow
Today is the present future of yesterday
Yesterday is the shadow of today
The darkness of the past is yesterday
And the light of the past is yesterday
The days of yesterday are all numbered in sum
In the world once
Because once upon a time there was a yesterday
Yesterday belongs to the dead
Because the dead belongs to the past
The past is yesterday
Today is the preview of tomorrow but for me
Only for my better and happier point of view
My point of view is the thought of a better or try
Reality is today of eternity
The eternity of yesterday is dead
Yesterday is as one
The eternity of one is the eternity of the past
The past is once upon a time
Once upon a time is past
The past is yesterday today
The past is yesterday today
While we're searchin for tomorrow
[Madlib]
The light of the past is the light which was
The wisdom of the past is the light of the past
The light of the future is the light which is to be
The wisdom of the future is the light of the future see
Yesterday belongs to the dead
Tomorrow belongs to the living
The past is certified as a finished product
Anything which has ended is finished
That which is perfect is finished
The perfect man is no exception to the rule
The perfect man of the past is made according to the rule of the past
The rule of the past is a law of injustice and hypocrisy
The revelation of the meaning of the law is revealed through the law itself
The wisdom of the past is the light of the past
The light which is to be the wisdom of the future
The light of the future casts the shadows of tomorrow
Sun raw
Sun raw
Lord Quas
Madlib

Operation Lifesaver A.K.A. Mint Test

length: 1:31
producer: Madlib
lead vocals: MF DOOM
lyricist: Daniel Dumile
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.

Now you caught me off guard
Once you breath out
Then she made me cough hard
Contact the god and let him know to slip 2 in
Fine. How are you doing?
Can I get you a drink?
This one's a shoe in
Awkward situation that I'm on a mission to ruin
Her big butt and smile was like camo
Hit up the men's room, we need more ammo
Watch your 3 o'clock, a new recruit
That's her gin and Juicy Juice
Use a stick of Juicy Fruit
She just knew she was cute
It's in her own best interest
It's less stress
Hit her with the "do you need a mint test"
It don't matter if she's slim or dressed to impress
I won't rest
Fella's don't fess
Some of 'em just need to eat the whole thing of Crest
It's been a long day
It's just how the song say
I hope she don't take this the wrong way
You need a mint test

Figaro

length: 2:26
producer: Madlib
lead vocals: MF DOOM
lyricist: Daniel Dumile
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.
The rest is empty with no brain, but the clever nerd
The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard
Take it from the Tec-9 holder
They bit, but don't know they neckshine from Shinola
Everything that glitter ain't fishscale
Lemme think, don't let her faint, get Ishmael
A shot of Jack got her back it's not a act, stack,
Forgot about the cacka-lack, holla back, clack clack blocka
Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra, chart toppa
Start-shit stoppa be a smart shoppa
Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay
But who'd a know there's 2 mo' that wonder where the shooter go
'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em
Let 'em spit the venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em
Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger than the other voice
We make the joints that make 'em spread 'em butta moist
Man, please.. the stage is made of panties
From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies
Ban me, the dough rake, daddy,
The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake,
For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man
He'd take her for her masters, hit it once an' shake her hand
On some, "o'thank ya ma'am" an' ghost her
She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster
A whole host of roller coaster riders
Not enough tracks (is it?)
Hot enuff black (for ya)
It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal
DO not stand still, boast yo skills
Close but no krills, post for poll ills, post no bills
Coast to coast Joe Shmoes flows ill, goat chill,
Not supposed to overdose, no Doz pills
Off pride tikes talk wide though scar meat
Off sides like how Worf ride with Starfleet
Told ya, on some get-riche shit
As he get older he gets colder than a witch tit
This is it, make no mistakes
Where my nigga go?
Figaro, Figaro

O'his beats and my rhymes attack
A scary act
All black like he Ms. Mary Mack
Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano
DOOM sings soprano like un a dos y'ano
My momma told me, "Blast him,"
Pass her a glass of OE
Not to be troublesome
But I coul sure use a quick shot of double rum
No stick of bubble gum
I like ice cream
We could skip the weddin'
Have a nice dream
She only let him stick the head in



Thanks to chromation for these lyrics

Thanks to chromation for these lyrics

Hardcore Hustle

length: 1:22
producer: Madlib
guest lead vocals: Wildchild
lyricist: Jack Brown
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.

[Produced by Madlib]

[Intro: Wildchild]
Madvillain...

[Verse 1: Wildchild]
Jump on the track with a hardcore hustle
With a busload a niggas this time we bought y'all muscle
Wildchild's the one to uplift most and it's confirmed
So tonight let's bang this Madvillain music 'till it's adjourned
Who rushes in head first with the full force of a ram
So the source of the verse coerces the course of a jam
Went to hell and back, saw devil sellin' crack
In fact had to come back with brother with the mask by yellin' "Black!-
Power to the people, who support raw music"
Blessed from the start to keep upliftin' progressive art
To come out and uplift words, take verbalistic leaps
To the next splurge, concoct dope poetical excerpts
Who's the expert? (Wild!) With the physical frame
Who's mental was tamed to get over in this musical game
When the Madvillain breaks your dome you'll see your interval depth
Was written for those that slept, we took one-hundred percent
Unpredictable steps... Say what?
Who's the one that rocked up a party with the vigilance urge
When smokin' the ism the vision is blurred, but vengeance is heard
And just when ya got, caught up in the cynical thought
Intervals in the shape of a mic get pushed straight through your heart like...

[Outro: Samples]
*screams, with the sound of someone getting a mic pushed straight through their still beating heart while moaning orgasmically*

Strange Ways

length: 1:52
producer: Madlib
lead vocals: MF DOOM
lyricist: Daniel Dumile
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.

[Cut:]
(They stay... Strange ways)
[MF Doom]
Wreak havoc, beep beep it's mad traffic
Sleek and lavish people speaking leaking to the maverick
He see as just another felony drug arrest
Any day could be the one he pick the wrong thug to test
Slug through the vest... Shot in the street
For pulling heat on a father whose baby's gotta eat
And when they get hungry, it ain't shit funny
Paid to interfere with how a brother get his money
Now, who's the real thugs, killers and gangsters?
Set the revolution, let the things bust and thank us
When the smoke clear, you can see the sky again
There will be the chopped off heads of leviathan
My friend, they call 'em strangers
Everybody talk to him end up in some danger
(They stay... Strange ways)
Can't reform 'em
They pray four times a day, they pray five
Whose ways is strange when it's time to survive
Some will go of they own free will to die
Others take them with you when they blow sky high
What's the difference? All you get is lost children
While abortion shit up behind the desk it costs billions
To blast humans in half, into captured arms
Only one side is allowed to have bombs
It's like making a soldier drop his weapon
Shooting him, and telling him to get to steppin'
Obviously, they came to portion of his fortune
Sounds to me like that old robbery/extortion
(They stay)
Same game
(Strange ways)
Ya can't reform 'em
[Outro/Cut]
..that Mary was goin' around with an old flame
that burned me up, because I know he was just feeding her a line!
But the guy really spent his money like water
I think he was connected, so I left
Outside it was raining cats and dogs
I was feelin' mighty blue... and everything looked black
But I carried on!

Fancy Clown

length: 1:56
producer: Madlib
guest lead vocals: Viktor Vaughn
guest additional lead vocals & background vocals: Allah's Reflection
lyricist: Daniel Dumile
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.

[MC: Viktor Vaughn]
I knew you was fuckin' around
Playing all innocent and hoing since the foundation
Don't make have to pound his thin crown face in
And risk being jammed up like traffic inbound from space in
There's been a place for you in my heart since we first met
A teenage love and didn't feel no hurt yet
My boys warned you was poison like BBD first cassette
And still I put all my chips on the worst bet
Gave up the skirt, now I gotta hear it from the street
How dare you drag my name in the dirt and cheat
You coulda broke it off and ended it and dipped
And if you spoke soft coulda still preserved the friendship
Now you apologize that's why they all say
You wasn't sorry when you sucked him off in the hallway
But have it your way, raw no foreplay
That's you if you want a dude who wear a mask all day
And just to think I used to be proud of you
And you had some real good power
Probably kissed me that same evening I should be hurling
Matta fact, gimme back my bracelet and my stearling
I rather waste it or give it for ya girlfriend
She did let me stab it last week while you was working
Remember our vacation out to Maryland?
I dooked the maid Carolyn
She made me throw the towel in
Like all fool men the times I hit ya moms off
I told her knock it off
But she had to set the rocket off
Ain't enough room in thi fuckin' town
When you see thin head
Tell 'em be duckin' down
I'm not rompin' around
He better be armed ready and prepared
To be stomped in the ground

Eye / Supervillain Theme

length: 1:58
producer: Madlib
guest lead vocals: Stacy Epps
lyricist: Daniel Dumile
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.
Give me a little bit, a little bit
Just a little bit, or a lot

Pieces of the dream that I pick up in my mind
Is not blind, of our love
Every day when I look into your brown eyes
I get high, on our love

Pieces of the dream that I pick up in my mind
Is not blind, of our love
Every day when I look into your brown eyes
I get high, on our love

I, I get high, look in your, brown eyes
I get high
Higher you make me higher
I fly up high
I fly, take me there, I fly, take me there
I fly

All Caps

length: 2:11
producer: Madlib
lead vocals: MF DOOM
lyricist: Daniel Dumile
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.

So nasty that it's probably somewhat of a travesty
Having me daily total people
You can call me Your Majesty
Keep your battery charged
You know it won't stick, yo
And it's not his fault you kick slow
Should've let your trick 'ho chick hold your sick glow
Plus nobody couldn't do nothin' once he let the brick go
And you know I know that's a bunch of snow
The beat is so butter
Peep the slow cutter
As he utters the calm flow
Don't talk about my moms, yo
Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slow
And vice versa
Whip up a slice of nice verse pie
Hit it on the first try
Villain: The Worst Guy
Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses
Shots of the scotch from out of square shot glasses
And he won't stop 'till he got the masses
An' show 'em what they know now through flows of hot molasses
Do it like a robot to headspin to boogaloo
Took a few minutes to convince the average bug-a-boo
It's ugly, like look at you! It's a damn shame
Just remember All Caps when you spell the man name
And you know it like a poet, like baby doll
I bet she tried to say she gave me her all, she played ball
All bets off! The Villain got the dice rigged
And they say he accosted the man with the sliced wig
Allegedly; the investigation is still ongoing
In this pesky inition he gots the best con flowin'
The pot doubles, now they really got troubles
Madman never go *pop*!, like snot bubbles

Great Day

length: 2:17
producer: Madlib
lead vocals: MF DOOM
composer: Lord Scotch 79, Otis Jackson Jr.
lyricist: Daniel Dumile
[Intro: MF Doom singing]
It never really mattered too much me
Cause I was just too d___ old to m.c
All that really mattered is if your rhymes was ill
Girl, that's all that really mattered to me, oh baby

[MF Doom]
Looks like it's gonna be a great day today
To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway
Hey you, got a light? nah, a Bud Light
Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight
Looky here, it's just the way the cookie tear
Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year
The rocket scientist, with a pocket wine list
Some even say he might need some puss-psychiatrist
Doom, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering?
She's like a foundling, barely worth fondling
My posse's on raw really momma I want to sing
Mad plays the bass like the race card
Villain on the case to break shards and leave her face scarred
Groovy dude, not to prove to be rude
But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food
Uh, what is jalapenas
Get it like a whuppin' when you holla at your seniors
Dolla he can overhear the hashish vena
He just came from over there, the grass is greener
Last wish, I wish I had two more wishes
And I wish they fixed the door to the matrix's mad fridges
Spit so many verses sometimes my jaw twitches
One thing this party could use is more..
Booze, put yourself in your own shoes
And stay away from all those pairs of busted Tims you don't use
He only keep 'em to decorate
If you wanna peep him select a date
And bring a deep check like checkmate
I kid you not, on the dotted line signed
Ever since a minor, kids considered him some kind of Einstein
On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine
But not quite the type that you might want to wine and dine
Couldn't find a pen, had to think of a new trick
This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick
On second thought it's too thick
His a__istant said: "Doom, you sick" he said: "True blue acoustics"
Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lowry seasoning
With micropower he's sound and right reasoning
Easy as Pi, three point one four
One more one false move and they're done for

Rhinestone Cowboy

producer: Madlib
lead vocals: MF DOOM
lyricist: Daniel Dumile
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.


Hold the cold one
Like he hold the old gun
Like he hold the microphone
And stole the show for fun
Or a foe for ransom
Flows is handsome
O's in tandem
Anthem, random, tantrum
Phantom of the Grand Old Opry ask the dumb hottie
Masked pump shottee
Somebody stop me
Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy
After rockin' parties he departed in a jalopy
Watch the droptop pop
Known as the grimy limey slimy
Try me blimey
Simply smashing in a fashion that's timely
Mad Villain dashing in a beat rhyme crime spree
We rock the house like rock 'n roll
Got more soul
Than a sock with a hole
Set the stage with a goal
To have the game locked in a cage
Getting shocked with a pole
Overthrow like throwing rover a viscuit
A lot of bitches think he's overly chauvanistic
Let go his dick if that's the case
Rats, what a waste
More cats to chase
Dogs he got 'em like new powers
Woke up, wrote and spit the shit in a few hours
Sheesh! Been unleashed since the glee club
Had your fam saying please make me a dub
Well, since you ask kindly
Where he been behind the mask
Who can't find me?
You're blind in the wine zone
Leave ya mind blown when he shine with the 9
He's a rhinestone...cowboy
Goony goo goo loony koo-koo like Gary Gnu off New Zoo Review
But who knew the mask had a loose screw?
Hell, could hardly tell
Had to tighten it up
Like the Drells and Archie Bell
It speaks well of the hyper bass
Wasn't even tweaked and it leaked into cyberspace
Couldn't wait for the snipes to place
At least a track list in bold print typeface
Stopped for a year
Come back with thumb tacks
Pop for the beer, we're hip hop sharecroppers
Used to wear flip flops, now rare gear coppers
He's in this for the quiche
You might as well not ask for no free shit, capiche?
Oh my aching hands
From raking in grands and breakin in mic stands
Villain-his smile stuns ya chick
While he puts himself in your shoes
Run ya kicks
You heard it on the radio-tape it
Play it in your stereo your crew'll go apeshit
Raw lyrics-he smells 'em like a hunch
The same intuition that tells who spiked the punch
Curses
He's truly the worsest
With enough rhymes to spread
Throughout the boundless universes
Let the beat blast
She told him wear the mask
He said you bet your sweet ass
Its made of fine chrome alloy
Find him on the grind
He's the rhinestone...cowboy

Money Folder (Remix)

length: 1:57
lyricist: Daniel Dumile
composer: Otis Jackson Jr.