Nonoxynol Rhymin' (feat. FYNE)

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