40. MF Doom - Mm.. Food? (2004)
Akin to a good meal, Doom cooks up a great record with, of course, an edible concept. The production here is just delicious. I walked through the streets today with it on phones and laughed out loud, clicked my fingers, did a shimmy, got hungry and plenty more. His rhymes are again off-kilter, unorthodox and invigorating in their wit and ingenuity. Most heads will point to the Madvillainy project that Doom collaborates on with Madlib but for me, this is the zenith for his talent, it's all Doom and it's all food. Yum fucking yum.
Exc. 'Rap Snitch Knishes'
A little grease always keeps the wheels a spinnin / Like sittin on twenty threes to get the squealers grinnin / Hittin on many trees, feel real linen Spittin on enemies, get the steel for tin men / Where no brains but gum flap / He said his gun clap, then he fled after one slap / [Pat!] son shut your trap, save it for the bitches / Mmm...delicious, rap snitch knishes
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