His casual delivery and calm demeanour was, and always will be, a welcome contrast to rappers who aim for as many rhymes per minute as possible.
I think most rappers knew better than to take on MF DOOM, simply because there’s no way they could have matched him for intricate wordplay. The third verse of opening track “Beef Rap” is an exhilarating early example of his technique, as he brilliantly mocks the culture of beef rap within hip-hop: ‘to all rappers: shut up with your shutting up/and keep a shirt on, at least with a button up/yuck, is they rhymers or stripping males?/out of work jerks since they shut down Chippendales.’ He defies the expectations of wordplay time and time again. It’s pure, natural talent that cannot be taught, nor replicated. MF DOOM doesn’t try too hard - in fact it feels like he’s barely trying at all. It may not be the unequivocal classic that stamps his name in the history books, but for my money it’s the most fun and nourishing project in his whole discography.Įverything about MM.FOOD feels effortless.
However, if there’s one record that truly signifies the craft, humour, and outlandish creativity MF DOOM possessed, it’s 2004’s MM…FOOD. There’s no better way to mourn than cherishing the incredible music he gave us from the youthful days of KMD to the mastery of Madvillainy. The news of his death felt like the knockout blow of 2020, a year most of us were already keen to forget. He was your favourite rapper’s favourite rapper.