Telling all their business
Sit in the court and be their own star witness
"Do you see the perpetrator"
"Yeah, I'm right here"
Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years
True. There's rules to this shit
Fools dare care
Everybody wants to rule the world with tears for fear
Yeah yeah tell 'em—tell it on the mountain hill
Running up their mouth bill
Everybody doubting still.
Informer, keep it up and get tested
Pop pleated bubble vest or double breasted.
He keep a lab down south in the little beast
So much heat you would have thought it was the Middle East.
A little grease always keeps the wheels a spinning
Like sitting on 23s to get the squealers grinning,
Hitting on many trees feel real linen,
Spitting on enemies enemies get the skill for ten men.
With no brains but gum flap
You said there's gun clap,
Then you fled after one slap
Son, shut your trap save it for the bitches
Mmmm. Delicious. Rap snitch knishes.
[Note: "with tears for fear" is Doom's pun, not my typo]
This song is nothing but wicked, but in a sly way. I get an image of Berry Gordy leading his famous Motown quality control sessions. "Rapp Snitch Knishes" drops on the platter. The focus group looks around at each other and wonders "what is this weirdness"? What's with the over-tightened electric guitar loop followed offset by the sauntering bass riff? What's with the staccato flow. Maybe? Maybe? Nah. Dump it. Then later on as they're on their way to the car, they all realize that one song from the day's session is firmly lodged in their heads. And they're still replaying it to themselves the next day, and all that week. What do you know? They should not have dumped that song? I think that's the major label attitude to a lot of genius of the Metal Face Doom sort. Fly but too risky.
"Rapp Snitch Knishes" sounds as if it shouldn't be any good, but it's actually a mini masterpiece of abstract hip-hop. And I just love the subject matter. MF Doom is mocking all the superbadass MCs who like to boast on how many people they've killed, how much drugs they've sold, and how many hoes they've pimped. Any sensible person figures that:
- Either they're fronting Vanilla Ice type punks or
- They're frank but stupid, saving the feds a lot of investigative budget to build a case against them
A lot of MCs make fun of category 1, but it took Doom's audacity to pull cards on category 2. And if people don't believe he has a case, they need look no further than Murder Inc. and Death Row, both record labels that had to change their names because of the effects of Rap Snitching. And while 50 cent's G Unit is busy reveling in Murder Inc.'s misfortune, their fans should reflect on the fact that there is no bigger Rap Snitch Knish right now than 50 cent (well, The Game is making quite a run at that title).
Mr. Fantastik (who's 'dro is the stickiest, he says) guests lovely on the track, and the playful back and forth is enough fun that I hope Doom and Fantastik (whom I'd never heard from before) team up more often in future. It's always worth checking for MF Doom, a true hip-hop veteran, one third, as "Zev Love X", of classic group KMD, which also included Doom's brother Subroc. KMD met their demise because they said exactly what they thought, and MF Doom continues the tradition. His all time classic is Madvillainy which is ingenious lunacy. I also recommend Spitkicker's The Next Spit, volume 3, a mix CD hosted by Doom, and featuring a couple of tracks from MM..Food?
MM..Food? and Madvillainy are two of the top ten albums of 2004. If you've been sleeping, wake up and cop that underground goodness...early. And the next time you hear some MC killing hundreds of victims on wax, just think quietly to yourself. Mmmm. Delicious. Rap snitch knishes.