Blaque Spurm, ha
Yeah it's '94
And there's a lot of MC whores running round spreading these
Lyrical viruses, ha
But you don't have to worry about that, cause we come strapped
Protected, on that Nonoxynol Rhyme'N, check it out
Lubricate your lingo, I launch sporadically
Unprotected by Nonoxynol Rhyme'N so I'm hittin' and so it has to be
A Blaque Spurm tee, I'm fucking the industry
Milking the publicity, making sure as if fumbled solicity
Is rubbing Doo-Voo over your fingers
(Hi)storic styles, I intercept your pass
Annihilate your ass, I'm past defense
One could easily take a chance in sin of his
To hurt light serving on the mic
Is that important power to ya
I fuck with your career, make you fear but just so you let me go
You- you fuck some tough ones
Whose special dialect that I possess, so sorry I'm the best
But nevertheless I'm lethal like I'm leaving tips to local breasts
Comfy test I got three birds rest in peace
You're already deceased when you first had the thought to compete
I defeat feeble fuck up like yourself for practice
Your tactics can't compare to mine n'
I'm Nonoxynol Rhyme'N
Return of the slick nappy headed underground rapper
Ain't no soul in they train, now they wanna jump my bandwagon
Mischief making punks fakin' funk
I'm still smoking blunts, able to dunk on the comp(etition)
Like Shawn Kemp from the Sonics makes you Slam with that Onyx
So put ya thinking caps on, this the Stylze
Put it in the mix, word is born, now dig my natural mind expansion
Hot slay Nin in Japan Sen
Devils in my eyes not in my brain like Charles Manson
'Stead I be enhancing, dancing through these tracks like Astaire
Sellings every phrase from my absent minded dictionnaire
To add flare to my raps
This predomity it kinda look like Bronson brought the death
With simply lubricated tactics, I practice
Eyeing this fat tap, cause you know that I'm large
Kill them when I bust and feel this is hymen
Now peep the nuts being bust by me and Fyne
On Nonoxynol Rhyme'N
Fuck you
Feeble attempts to fuck my fantastic formats
Only put you in the position of a doormat
Where you'll get trampled, for tryna ramble my rhythmic pattern
That just doesn't cut it, so fuck it my leftovers you can have 'em
I'm the captain of the ship, mastered rhyming back in the eighth grade
Back when Greg Hansen was the blade
Now this black spade is holding all the cards
Disregarding any enemy's oppressor or possessor of lesser skills
Lyrically pro-phylactible-tected type talk
Cause it's my adversaries, they're walking the opposite direction
My rhyme erection has protection nonoxynol-4
So all you pussy rappers jizz and fuck up
Blaque Spurm must bust a nut in any altercation
It's not some sex shit, unless your girl ends up in Texas
Far beyond that shit, so get your pooper-scooper
I'm super-duper the name is Fyne
And I'm Nonoxynol Rhyme'N
If it's about fitness and hipness, being able to rock the crowd
With the quickness
I'm on point when I hit this
Bruce Lee couldn't stand this, my technique slanders
When he test assessed The Mantis
Enough trippin' when I'm slipping mickies to MCs who contest
And my absent degrees
The diction causes friction off frozen eyes
When I'm at ya Lacie's all my faces
To the rest I say is tubin'
Your foresight is zooming along bring up the two men
Don't need the lubrication, for the application
Similar to inertia, I master the pleasure of all motions
From the dippers in the sky to the waves in the ocean
So conjunction let me tell you that's my function
Pleasure with bow will makes the rimples in your rumps n'
I got more props than Pelé, the leader of the melee
I'm watching through the step like he'll last me longer
Will you take a lick from my stick
When I light it with the dick
Let the fofa through the window if you trying to get hit, it's
All in my timing, the way I spit my rhyming
The way I dig the verse on Nonoxynol Rhyme'N