Biografía:
Daniel Dumile (9 de enero de 1971 en Londres-31 de octubre de 2020) fue un rapero conocido por varios nombres tales como Mf Doom, King Geedorah, Víktor Vaughn y Zev Love x. Este emcee es oriundo del sudoeste de Londres Inglaterra, nacido el 9 de enero de 1971, con descendencia viene de África del Sur y del oeste de India por parte de su madre. Después de un tiempo su familia se va a New York, donde se radicaron en Long Island en donde fue criado.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
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Mister nigga
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Nigga.. Nigga.. Nigga.. (nigga)
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Stand up if you're a nigga
[Verse 1: Sean Price]
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Stupid nigga Sean, super nigga, uh
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Pop, pop, pop, I'm shootin' at your moms
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I ain't right in the head
G#m
I aim right for your head
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Nigga, murder, death, kill
G#m
Sex, money, mayhem
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Morning murder with a weapon, steppin' to the AM
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Believe in me, pah, the same way you believe in your god
G#m
Whether it's Allah, Jesus or Master Fard
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I mastered the bars, plastered ratchets splatter your car
G#m
Vehicular homicide, fuck's the matter with y'all?.
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I will pop your nunu
G#m
If I don't do it then Rock will shoot you
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One smack in your lung bag
G#m
Backpack rapper strapped with crack in my bookbag
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I'm a nigga, that's what niggas do now
G#m
Wouldn't you like to be a nigga, just like who? P
[Interlude]
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Stand up if you're a nigga
[Verse 2: Ike Eyez]
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Yo, ghetto rock stars
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Guns, no guitars
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Throw some blow on the table
G#m
Bitches dancin' on the bar
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Nefertiti on the cable, piff comin' out my pores
G#m
Riff full of sniff, got you twitchin' at the jaws
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Went from dodgin' D's to the Florida Keys
G#m
Secrets keep me from sleepin', I need more sour D's
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Fine tapestry at the gala in Napa
G#m
Sallie had a one-track mind to be the queen of a trapper
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Fuck rap, I tuck packs in my briefs
G#m
That wack shit go against my beliefs
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LT on the LP, iron on the mic
G#m
"Who the fuck is Ike Eyez?" Nigga, fuck you likewise
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I ain't shit, my daddy wasn't either
G#m
My mama told me different but I never really believed her
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We just wanted to be B-Boys, the ABC's of bein' a D-Boy
In Buck Town, if you down with Ruck, you Ruck down
[Interlude]
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Stand up if you're a nigga
[Verse 3: MF DOOM]
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Pa'l carajo, cantaso
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Vil, you know the drill, mad drool then gargajo
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Shoot the loogie, they super boujee
G#m
Gobsmack dab right cheekbone, gooey, groovy
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Absolutely yucky, he out your league, buddy
G#m
Before you take a stab at it, think deep and study
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Or get your crown spun around like Black Hawk Down
G#m
Surrounded by the neighbors who can hate you 'til the ground in town
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Then freak show, never no beef though
G#m
Deepthroat their coquito back and forth then, whoosh, free throw
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Failed intention, prepare the trench and henchmen
G#m
They all eat quite well, vacations, pensions
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Gotten hoarse from yellin', "Fore!" on the golf course
G#m
Scream boat, then sped off in a dropped Porsche
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DOOM on your hot sauce, take you out to deep water
G#m
Group hug, who know the next time you'll see your daughter
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Real slaughter
[Outro]
G#m
Stand up if you're a nigga
Db
Mister nigga
Db
Nigga.. Nigga.. Nigga.. (nigga)
Db
Stand up if you're a nigga
[Verse 1: Sean Price]
Db
Stupid nigga Sean, super nigga, uh
Db
Pop, pop, pop, I'm shootin' at your moms
Db
I ain't right in the head
G#m
I aim right for your head
Db
Nigga, murder, death, kill
G#m
Sex, money, mayhem
Db
Morning murder with a weapon, steppin' to the AM
Db
Believe in me, pah, the same way you believe in your god
G#m
Whether it's Allah, Jesus or Master Fard
Db
I mastered the bars, plastered ratchets splatter your car
G#m
Vehicular homicide, fuck's the matter with y'all?.
Db
I will pop your nunu
G#m
If I don't do it then Rock will shoot you
Db
One smack in your lung bag
G#m
Backpack rapper strapped with crack in my bookbag
Db
I'm a nigga, that's what niggas do now
G#m
Wouldn't you like to be a nigga, just like who? P
[Interlude]
Db
Stand up if you're a nigga
[Verse 2: Ike Eyez]
Db
Yo, ghetto rock stars
Db
Guns, no guitars
Db
Throw some blow on the table
G#m
Bitches dancin' on the bar
Db
Nefertiti on the cable, piff comin' out my pores
G#m
Riff full of sniff, got you twitchin' at the jaws
Db
Went from dodgin' D's to the Florida Keys
G#m
Secrets keep me from sleepin', I need more sour D's
Db
Fine tapestry at the gala in Napa
G#m
Sallie had a one-track mind to be the queen of a trapper
Db
Fuck rap, I tuck packs in my briefs
G#m
That wack shit go against my beliefs
Db
LT on the LP, iron on the mic
G#m
"Who the fuck is Ike Eyez?" Nigga, fuck you likewise
Db
I ain't shit, my daddy wasn't either
G#m
My mama told me different but I never really believed her
Db
We just wanted to be B-Boys, the ABC's of bein' a D-Boy
In Buck Town, if you down with Ruck, you Ruck down
[Interlude]
Db
Stand up if you're a nigga
[Verse 3: MF DOOM]
Db
Pa'l carajo, cantaso
Db
Vil, you know the drill, mad drool then gargajo
Db
Shoot the loogie, they super boujee
G#m
Gobsmack dab right cheekbone, gooey, groovy
Db
Absolutely yucky, he out your league, buddy
G#m
Before you take a stab at it, think deep and study
Db
Or get your crown spun around like Black Hawk Down
G#m
Surrounded by the neighbors who can hate you 'til the ground in town
Db
Then freak show, never no beef though
G#m
Deepthroat their coquito back and forth then, whoosh, free throw
Db
Failed intention, prepare the trench and henchmen
G#m
They all eat quite well, vacations, pensions
Db
Gotten hoarse from yellin', "Fore!" on the golf course
G#m
Scream boat, then sped off in a dropped Porsche
Db
DOOM on your hot sauce, take you out to deep water
G#m
Group hug, who know the next time you'll see your daughter
Db
Real slaughter
[Outro]
G#m
Stand up if you're a nigga
Mhut
Mhy Melendres
Mi Karma Gonzale (...)
Mi Numero Perfec (...)
Mi Sex
Mia Rose
Mia Standen
Mia Wray
Mia Z
Mia.