This is the future sound.
This is the future sound.
My quality control captivates your party patrol.
Dart clapper, ran like a snapper, watch out for Cappa.
We be the crew, guess who, the jayou.
Everybody let’s git doe.
My slang is editorial explicit material, briefcase yo, live in stereo flow.
My poems were found next to dinosaur bones, perform by the elders before the kings thrown.
Formed in a very strong advanced post, east to west coast, ahead of time, competition not even half close.
Truth is here, the truth is here.
This is the point from which I could never return, and if I back down now then forever I burn.
Feelin’ my wrath, venturing through parts of the South so dirty you’ll want to be given a bath.
About to steal the game, I’m a whole new crook. Bakin’ up that fire, I’m a whole new cook.
It’s not a game – you play chess with life, end up in the flame.
Yeah, I been struggling my whole life, yeah. I pour it up and get my soul right, yeah.
In she came with the same type game, the type of girl giving out the fake cell phone and name.
To everyone out there, who’s a little different, I say damn a magazine, these is God’s fingerprints.
Hip hop that’s low key yet aggressive, gritty yet groovy, heavy yet accessible.
Worst come to worst… actually, that’s best come to best.
To not dig this one would be mad, man.
Incredible underground hip hop with laid back jazz, funk, and r&b influences, fronted by one of the best MCs in hip hop history.
Slow-paced, almost hypnotic hip hop prowess.
High highs, consistently stellar production work, and A Game from our man. That being the M-E-T-H-O-D Man.
Wu-Tang Clan and RZA vibes await.
Underground French hip hop that reminds me that there’s nothing better than discovering great music.
Smart, blistering underground hip hop with ultra-tight flow.
Whatever he chooses to call himself, MF Doom… er, Viktor Vaughn is a hip hop genius.