Seven Samurai - MF DOOM / RZA - Books of War -Prod OMEGAH RED七人の侍

just a seven samurai edit I did for my favorite MF-DOOM remix.
RIP THE SUPERVILLIAN
Song: Books of war - feat MF DOOM / RZA Prod : OMEGAH RED
album: • DOOM is for the Childr...

[@lemurianmoongypsy9530]

7 Samurai the Goat of Chanbara

[@hrvojevasilj7976]

7 samurais is a must watch film

[@FahadZackStaMaria]

Just finished the movie, it hits alot more after.

[@actually_a_circle]

That Okatana is legendary

[@Snegssun]

Im happy i found this

[@JX3MR]

Artistic af

[@guillermodeltoro6290]

Nice, un saludo desde Buenos Aires, Argentina, bendiciones.

[@RyanGriswold-og7ey]

Omega red is a friend of mine. Goin by okami ghosthack now days

[@DrBigFMC]

This works well. Great job 👍🏿

[@norakat]

Good movie

[@iricandescence]

Fuckin sick dude. Really good work!

[@LauSaili]

Perfect, warts ‘n all. Keep ‘em comin!

[@lucvrhovnik]

Cool combo man, keep it up

[@deviltiluka]

Perfect

[@jcstudios5448]

Amazing work my guy

[@blayzej]

Nice!

[@Mrofuniverse]

This is fucking awesome

[@TheTonesurge]

Love it! RIP MF Doom!

[@Helena_Mendoza]

When I'm happy this beat plays in my minds eye, no lie.

[@Phillipkpickett]

I feel peace as well.

[@maskmataura6476]

Heard this like 6 years ago

[@Bearface-q8i]

🔥🔥🔥🤙🏾

[@PerezCompany]

One of the best rhymes within this Master piece, from my humble opinion. Keep up the good work tho

[@c.sharpe6500]

[MF DOOM] It ain't nuttin like a fistfull a cash or a bliss fulla the hash That twist like a mustache, from end to end, spread it like a rash From talking through your walkman or at your disco bash Gimme the timbs rumple stiltskin brown A metal face mask with a built in frown A mic to tilt down, a hundred thousand pounds And see how kilt sound like spilt milk clown Cocoa butter on very ashy day fam With Ray-Bans out on the islands of Cayman Or i'll break it down for the layman Bain de Soleil for that Saint Tropez.. tannnn A can a ole gold too cold to hold, slow ya roll Keep on moving like Soul II Soul, hold the dough Like a fool who stole pity y'all From tryna go up against city hall titty bar The black mic is like a red violin Ok, everybody back to the lab, try again Bloody rap game like leviathan Leave a bad taste, killin my high like niacin Stop kiddin middlemen need Ritalin Hit me with the full tin of gin and im a kid again Keep the bong lightin straight through the song writin The Supervillain AKA the thong bitin, thats inviting all To the recitin thats dope and raw Hoping all yall come in peace and its open bar Tear the roof off this bumba rasclaat By the end of the night spazz like shazbot Spilt a shot made the pen lines runny A ill plot thats ten times Ben Stien money.... funny How he rips the scripts with a straight face With more rhymes than is lines in ya database Placing rappers in endangerment, who's reckless With this food for thought sorta like breakfast You could mark it off as wreck on the checklist Wear gold fronts, can't afford no necklace Shit, that there, could go to help them daycares Somebody say yeahh.. (yeahhh!) Pay ya fares,... give the Herbalizers his shares And y'all could pay DOOM in beers.. Cheers!.. [RZA] I came to the shores of America disguised as a pillar The alpha and omega and the home of the beggars, the black sellers Who been beaten, raped, lynched, robbed and stoned And caused to roam the earth in service cause they couldn't maintain at Home This dates back to 1555 When they captured the first tribe of men And piled them in a pen Fifty feet high They took em all on a 9000 mile ride And landed on the shore of a place they never seen before But read about this inside the ancient books of war Bonded in stainless steel, stripped of their language Still survived the anguish of slavery but still remained nameless Separated to portions and tricked by John Haughty Hawkins And sold on the auction, taught birth control and abortion Rulers of the first part became slaves of the worst part The devils cursed God and reversed God And turned God into dog and made people search hard No relief came to the prophet of W.D. Feraud To a trauma, dropped our mommas off in Bahamas and Barbados Tobagos, separated us from slave boats Made our own brothers hate us From Virgin Isle to Jamaica Trinidad, Honduras, Haiti, Grenada Bermuda to Cayman, mental enslavement.

[@achishukuteki941]

It's Bain de Soleil not Bande soule. It was a suntan lotion. DOOM sings the commercial jingle. I'm not knocking you in the head. I'm offering the correction along with the reference. kzbin.info/www/bejne/hnqsdHSIl8iMpqs

[@c.sharpe6500]

@@achishukuteki941 Thanks. Good looking out.

[@achishukuteki941]

@@c.sharpe6500 indeed. I'm from that same era. So I help out with some forgotten or obscure references that he drops when I can. Peace!

[@theprincipalsofinstitution6465]

1870 yeah I did that sit too from end too end 2:57

[@theprincipalsofinstitution6465]

Check me again gotta it

[@theprincipalsofinstitution6465]

3:57 neat dosia

[@Mark-pq6js]

I’m good!