MF DOOM
May 27, 2004
Showbox
Seattle, WA

Source: Soundboard
Lineage: DAT(M) > CDR(1) > FLAC
Edits/EQ: none 
Notes: opening for Talib Kweli

01 - Accordion  [Madvillain]
02 - Meat Grinder  [Madvillain]
03 - All Caps [Madvillain]
04 - Curls [Madvillain]
05 - No Brain
06 - Great Day [Madvillain]
07 - People Places & Things
08 - Dead Bent
09 - Go With the Flow
10 - Doomsday
11 - Hey
12 - Rhymes Like Dimes
13 - Change the Beat [Viktor Vaughn]
14 - My Favorite Ladies
15 - The Fine Print [King Geedorah]

2004-05-27 Seattle, WA @ Showbox (SBD)

Rhymes Like Dimes

MF DOOM X Abstract Orchestra - Raid

Fancy Clowns (Col. Mustard Edi

Mf doom - 03 - Rhymes Like Dimes (F. Cucumber

MF DOOM - Go With the Flow

MF DOOM - Gas Drawls

I did some work today 
Ex bitch want my-
She don't deserve a taste 
Nothing's picture perfect 
Shit gets blurry 
Had to search for ways to portray all my pain
These pussies sweet just like sugarcane
No I don't got friends inside the Benz 
I just might go insane 
Yes, I kiss the blunt like it's my wife 
Cause this life hits below the waist 
I'm a high roller 
Never sold a eighth
I never sold a line 
I never did a crime 
I ain't never booked a flight 
But I could tell a lie and make it sound fye 
And still apologize 

Glasses, hair in my face like I'm Joker
I switched my persona a couple times but no one noticed 
I don't text no one back no more cause I always get ghosted 
The nicotine killing my grandma slowly and she know it 
I still wish you would quit but it's been too long now 
It's hopeless 

You taking pictures that ain't focused 
They handing out advice nobody needs 
You do not know shit
Ashy as hell
You need some lotion 
I seen someone down a whole Taylor Port like it's a potion 
She prolly think that I'm a cancer
But like her sign, I still get her wet like the ocean 
Oh shit!

Niggas not solid
These niggas wilding 
Ain't no one riding for me 
Running this field like Hill 
Don't tell me to chill 
It's my time to speak
Niggas out here getting killed bout a ounce 
Bounce out, YBN
Fall down?
Nigga, try again
Don't spend if you can't buy ten
Don't meet if you don't got ends 
Don't drop that soap in the pen
If you hate me, do not pretend
These niggas really not your friends

Work

MF DOOM - Red And Gold

Lyrics

It never really mattered too much to me
That I was just too damn old to MC
All that really matters is if your rhymes was ill
Girl, that's all that really mattered to me
Oh baby

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
Lookie here, it's just the way the cookie tear
Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year
The rocket scientist, with the pocket wine list
Some even say he might need some puh-sykyatrist
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 broadway like mama 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 holler at your seniors
Dollar, 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, there's mad glitches
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 timbs 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 assistant said "DOOM, you sick"
He said "True" through acoustics
Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lawry's seasoning
With micropower he's sound and right reasoning
It's easy as pi, three point one four
One more one false move and they're done for

Madvillainy

Madvillain - Great Day

Downfall of Ibliys: a ghetto opera

MF DOOM & MF Grimm - I Hear Voices

ChumZilla remixes MF DOOM with tracks from his "Beats You to Death, Volume 1" beat tape.

MF DOOM - Red And Gold

Echaritus