Nonoxynol Rhyme'n

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