Som noget helt nyt i SPOL OP's Bøfhus, har jeg nu glæden af at præsentere en helt ny menu, nemlig tapas. I fremtiden vil disse små 3-4 numres anretninger, blive serveret som spændende tapas, og som alt her i Bøfhuset er det selvfølgelig med 100% bøf. Desuden vil man altid kunne se forskel på en tapas ret og en decideret menu direkte på Bøfhus logoet, som ved lejligheden er blevet sort på hvidt i stedet for hvidt på sort - nøj hvor smart.

I modsætning til de store menuer, vil tapasen altid blive serveret direkte fra Bøfhuset, og når vi har nået en 4-5 tapas retter, så vil de blive gjort tilgængelige via SPOL OP's Bøfhus doggy bag service.

MF DOOM og MF GRIMM havde en gang meget mere til fælles end MF og caps lock, ud over at være medlemmer af Monsta Island Czars, var de også gode venner (måske endda bedste venner) og de udgav da også en EP sammen. Med DOOM's nærmest pludselige succes, virkede alting sikret for de to MF'ere. Men en livstids fængselsdom for GRIMM, og en 100% dedikation overfor "villain" rollen fra DOOM, gør at det før så tætte venskab hurtigt forvandler sig til bitter strid.

Og med nummeret "Deep Fried Frenz" fra "MM... Food?", lægger DOOM ikke skjul på at han er ved at rydde op i vennekredsen

MF DOOM (Deep Fried Frenz - MM... Food?)
"I check the dictionary for the meanin of Friends
It said: Person, one who likes to socialize with
Sympathise and help her, and that's about the size of it
Most of the time these attributes is one-sided
To bolster the crime, they apt to shoot you through your eyelid
And they can't hide it, goin wild like a white bitch
Sometimes ya need to cut niggaz off like a light switch"

Selvom nummeret ikke direkte nævner GRIMM, er mange fans ikke i tvivl, og med udsendelsen af "DANGERDOOM" gør han det åbenlyst for resten af verdenen at hans gode tider med MF GRIMM og ikke mindst Monsta Island Czars (M.I.C.) er forbi

MF DOOM (El Chupa Nibre - DANGERDOOM)
"Once joined a rap click - Midgets Into Crunk
He did a solo on the oboe
Coulda sold a million then the Villain went for dolo
...and cited creative differences
Basically they hated, he left no jaded witnesses
Rappers suck, when they spit I doubt 'em
The crap they sing about you'll wanna slap the (fuckin' shit) out 'em"

Den hånlige reference af M.I.C. bliver for meget for GRIMM, og han svarer prompte tilbage, med hvad mange mener, er et af de mest personlige disses lavet til dato, hvor han læser MF DOOM aka. Daniel Dumile, som en åben bog

MF GRIMM (Book Of Daniel - American Hunger)
"I met this kid he seemed righteous
Represented knowledge
Yeah, him and his brother they was real smart
But then his brother died and he was taken in by a grand master
And from what I hear this kid Sambo was a snake
A rat, he stole shit and ran away to another state
Microchip bitch

I don't deep fry friends
Grimm Reaper nuke 'em
Hearts don't mend
Brothers turned to enemies
Nigga, enemies I eat them raw
Nigga, MF GRIMM is god of war
Parole done, see you on tour
Millions get paid, lets see who make more
Master water
Cause man is mostly made of it
Spit fire consume by friends compete for oxygen
Freeze deepness of minds
Then skate on it
Roast fire proof emcees with bad warranties
War is a part of me
Prison hardened me
Demons tried to murder me
Pistols always poppin' me
Lead convicts my flesh
But God pardons me
Revenge, was turning descendants
So God, pardon me
Put yourself in DANGER
Running with a MOUCE
Metal turned to braces
Punch you in your mouth
Zev Luv X, used to be merry
The mask took control of you
Like Jim Carrey
Megalon, tap him in the jaw
Knock it off him
M.I.C. got to put your mask in a coffin
Mos Def, De La soul Roots can't revive you
When the bullets start flying
Who's gonna hide you?
Rhymesayers, Stones Throw Nature Sounds sign you
Make peace with you?
Zev I I tried to

You can hide behind the mask
But see through like glass
Thought you was the truth
But your style's like ass
Cut-throat bitch
Man you got no class
Little black Sambo
Shouldn't talk trash

Midgets into crunk
Monkeys in a cage
Murderers in a cut
Fucking you up on stage
Tell them about the time
That Gunn punched you in the face
Basically you was hating
And then you ran away
You ain't a man, you a character
I bet that mask make you feel a lot scarier
Cause man to man is your DOOM Like we're parallels
M.I.C. will see you soon at your burial
Listen Vicky you not goons, you cartoons
Your hype man is not GRIMM, that's not him
What you speak is not true, that's not you
Your team's weak, I'll pop them, then pop you
Smog made ya mask
Jet Jag made your name
M.I.C. gave you life
And we can take that shit away

I didn't wanna get at you
You know this is true
One thing that stopped me
Was Lord Dihoo
But now you're being
Disrespectful to me and the crew
Now I gotta do, what I gotta do
M.J. did articles, she got your name hot
The mask was made for you by Lord Scotch
X-Ray gave you studio time when in town
Rodan and Megalon, them brothers held you down
Evil jay, had you paranoid like a clown
Jumped off stage and ran when Kong came around
We looked out for each other when you lived uptown
On the cover of the EP, but look at us now
Chess is life, we haven't played off late
But even on the cover, I put your ass in mate
We been through so much, Zev you was close to me
Used to come trough your house, buy your ass groceries
I wrote the whole treatment to your MF video
With Adam Lounge and Ricky 'Kid' Scotchno
Hundred thousand dollar bail caught up and I called you
Fired my attorney, you helped me get a lawyer
You took me in, let me stay out in Atlanta
Facing 15 to life, we bounced out to Cali
You made sacrifices, recorded on the run
We bust our ass, and got Ibylis done
I made a mistake, told the press you hold dough
I see now its my fault, they didn't need to know
I apologized to you, I thought we let it go
B.B. King's, New York, together did a show
But look at us now, once again, here we go
Money wasn't worth it, it turned us into foes
Whenever you had beef, your beef was mine
I took a life for you, put mine on the line

Doing songs with RZA
That's funny shit I remember you told me
That he bit Tick, Tick...
You said Ghost was whack
You didn't like his style
Two-faced and three-headed
Bitch I pull your file
New food poisoning
You vomit for a while
You started some shit
Now you sitting on a pile
Metal face, tin foil
Walk the green mile

How could you ever diss M.I.C.
Yves St. Lerock yes R.I.P.
How could you ever diss M.I.C.
Big Al R.I.P.
How could you ever diss M.I.C.
J. Black R.I.P.
How could you ever diss M.I.C.
Subroc R.I.P.
How could you ever diss M.I.C.
K. Nit R.I.P.
How could you ever diss M.I.C.
T. Collins R.I.P. M.I.C.

What the fuck happened to you man
You fell the fuck off man
Niggaz used to love you, motherfucker
Come home man
Come home, Zev (Come on)
Don't let them niggaz brainwash you man
I know your fans love you man
They love you
You getting brainwashed"

Konflikten mellem DOOM og GRIMM er ikke så kendt, og det er hovedsageligt kun hardcore fans af DOOM og hans bagkatalog, som deltager i debatten om konfliktens udspring. Netop konfliktens begyndelse er lidt af et mysterie, som hverken DOOM eller GRIMM giver mange svar på.




Decideret "vindere" af konflikten, bliver sjældent diskuteret og det interessante i netop denne bøf, er i langt højere grad hvordan popularitet og ikke mindst den kompromisløse rolle indlevelse fra DOOM's side udspiller sig, i forholdet til sin tidligere så gode ven

Efter "The Book af Daniel", har der ikke været megen snak om bøffen, og det virker generelt som om begge artister prøver at bevæge sig videre. Men på DOOM's nyeste plade "Born Like This" , bliver der muligvis kastet nyt kul på grillen.

I kraft af DOOM's skurke persona, er det ikke unaturligt at håne ens superhelte modparter. Så på tracket "Batty-Boys", som hovedsageligt omhandler Batman og Robin, er der også et par ord tilegnet Superman, hvis man dertil knytter at MF GRIMM er lam og sidder i kørestol, som en vis Superman (læs: Christopher Reeve) også gjorde det, så er det ikke utænkeligt at DOOM netop har haft GRIMM i tankerne

MF DOOM (Batty-Boys - Born Like This)
"Under the cape the back of the S say baby girl
The things some people'll do for fame
Its a herb, its a lame, its a god damn shame
Villain willin' when them cold streets call
You can keep your hero and hold the meat balls
Worthy title lock it with pockets on empty
He work harder than a steam engine like John Henry
Turn dirt to dolla's like Don Henley
Ugly and still get holla's like Ron Jeremy at least monetarily
Terribly MC's need therapy it's like a fairy spree
Hit em' wit a kryptonite prick (Kryptonite!)
Children come and prick his dead, body wit a stick"