kindly shut tf up I'm tryna twist this Marley

love you Karl. remember I was in your driveway cussing up a storm in youth? I had no idea ange was there with that dick head back in the day. Your too good for that shit. not just sitting at jitters. peace and love. if I knew what I know now, it wouldn't have happened. you ever see Galen?

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S-s-season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; uh
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, yeah
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Listen, Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
   Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
   Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, shhh
   Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
      Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
   Steady thy laden head across a brook;
   Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
      Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
hours by hours.
hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
   Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
   And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
   Among the river sallows, borne aloft
      Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
   Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
   The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats's poem "Ode to Autumn

S-s-season of mists and mellow fruitfulness

KELLEN DE VOS - GRAND SLAM

From Viktor Vaughn - Venemous Villain
Produced by DJ I.N.C.

Viktor Vaughn (aka MF DOOM) - Dope Skill (Ft. Carl Kavorkian

MF Doom as Viktor Vaughn - Doper Skiller (Featuring Kool Keith)

Rest in peace DOOM
Instrumental is MF DOOM - Arrow Root

King Geedorah - Next Levels
Bishop Nehru - Elder Blossom
MF DOOM ft. Nas - Life We Chose
Masta Ace - Son of Yvonne
Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire - The Departed
Lil B- Pay Attention Freestyle

Mixed by me

MF DOOM - Arrow Root (ft. Nas, Bishop Nehru, Lil B etc.)

44-  Great Day

01 monkey suite

06 Go With The Flow

16 Dead Bent

DOOM performing WINTER BLUES from the forthcoming JJ DOOM album KEY TO THE KUFFS on BBC Radio 4 show Loose Ends. This was recorded live in London early 11th August morning in one take with instrumentation from Mara Carlyle (playing the saw – spacey sounding Swiss folk instrument), Oliver Coates on Cello, Sam Beste (from Amy Winehouse’s band) on piano and Alexis Nunez on drums. More info at BBC Radio 4 website: http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b01lsqkn

Viktor Vaughn (aka MF DOOM) - Dope Skill (Ft. Carl Kavorkian

Carl Kavorkian

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