Fermex Lyrical Notebook Thread

[singodsuperior]

your wordplay is ill

[KERZO]

cheers for the props

[KERZO]

Im the chief exonerator, For whom all of you accuse
I expess mad views which ya'll aint got clues
As to who...what...where or when
My rhymes hail from, storming straight from my pen
Rappers get battered cos they're adynamic
But my panoramic performance left them broke like ceramic
Plates that crashed and made bitches start a panic
I Burn them over like i was volcanic
But they come back for more, cos they think they're smart
And so they end up getting their shirt ripped apart
By my fermex heart, I battle MC's, then i slap their wicked smile
Right Off their face, cos they aint got no grace
In my presence, I embrace, all known forms of race
I got the patience of ghandi
Lyrical flexing is my modus operandi
My style is wild and i think ya'll agree
Tearing mics up, I be the beguiled emcee
Niggaz advocating my style which branches out like trees
Freestyle's over kid go and listen to your Jermaine Dupri CD

[KERZO]

I make MC's go blind with my style that shines
So bright and unlined, ya'll get entwined
I define my tactics, like russian asthmatics
Starting all types of shit, all sorts of conflicts
'Whats this' you ask, it be my brownie mix
That makes ya flip, mental thoughts evil minds depicts
Johnny B way out far cos he lives in the sticks
So he'll be back soon, quick, lock up yer kids
But that subjects taboo, and i gotta pursue
To piss ya'll off and make ya say thank-you
Cos you see what i do, styles made up like new
Rhymes you aint seen before, so dont make much ado
But i come at ya like tyson, vocal charm's the tool
I'll freeze ya like an icicle while your out riding yer bicycle fool

[KERZO]

I wait while emcees spit vile hostile shit
My spits flip quicker than yer girls french knicks
So dont, try to rip up the chart
Rappers getting jealous cos i mastered the art

To tear apart yer heart, and impart the worse craft
Big Kiff uses no math when he cuts phonies in half
I never falter with my first relative draft
My style is way much better, I'm way up the graph

99.9 is where i be
I'm never gonna drop cos i have the mentality
To say what i mean and what i mean to say
Is that I can drop these bombs on ya every day

I give up on trying to work out the nature of man
Cos i aint got the time to wake em up and understand
So you take over command, nothing goes as planned
But Im like boxing on demand, I play out like a marching band

[Mantra]

Fiery red garment on, as i bury brigades in the Garden
Drunken monkmen warring, all city storming
Mornings i rise, busting berettas in bedstuy
Nooses dangle from my strange fruit fly
Birthed the truth, after i fucked reality on a project roof
85 percent want wisdom, knock out ya tooth
In the desert storming troops, peel out in a coupe
Prostitutes give me head in court
Tell em i lost the loot, walk in my shoe theory
Hard rocks fear, def jam's nightmare
Spit this, then disappear, on fire electric glare
Digging in brains, break ankles, wrists
Push spears through pricks, hit em with bricks
Rap poker with the chips, i'am what i'am spits
Hated Wutang's gravel pit
Glock holding when i travel ,trips
Tools errupt the ooze
these Benson kids shining my shoes
the victor of marvelous duels

[KERZO]

Cheers for the added verse J.T.S...

Here's a rhyme i made up about 10 mins ago while listening to the 'execute them' instrumental beat at work -

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Ya'll felt hostility, by my nobel ability
I swing swords with quick ninja agility
My verse has begun, incase ya'll didnt see
I rhyme smarter than a mensa member, times 3
Throw lyrics at ya, like a rock, dust chalk
Lines around ya body, So shut up and don't talk
When i speak, ya'll freak back to last week
My unique technique confuses ya'll like ancient greek
Everytime i rap it creates an explosion in my head
Ya'll dread to write props in this wicked thread
Never tread into my zone, homegrown ganja helps mics get blown
By my words that are universally widespread but unknown
To the masses, My insights spread over the land like ashes
While your shit verse crashes and splashes
I'm blind to your threats and not because i wear glasses
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[KERZO]

I intervene in your theme like a hyped crack fiend
Smoking abstract pipes that ya'll can't clean
THC in me by brown block or green tree
Tearing rappers down to the ground like debris
Phonies raise the stakes, but could'nt behave
Thinking they own the shop, but couldnt even own a cave
so dont act like yer brave chamberslave
now watch as i bitchslap ya straight down to the grave

[singodsuperior]

Lol

[KERZO]

Ayo, Take a deep breath sir, Theres no need to pretend
I'll be puffing green hitting bongs, Numero ten
Collect pipes that belo smoke all accross the land
Pussy rappers never understand how i can be so grande

I'm back after new year, My head now rested
My throne's still empty cos it's ne-ver con-tested
The best form of flow is the one man show
But dumb motherfuckers can't get it cos they slow

John doe they are head made of bread dough
Their faces getting slapped like they were a dutch ho
Now although you try, you shall never bestow
Chateau flow glow, Wicked rhymes starting to grow

My absract concept moves around like chess pieces
That increases my ability to rap more vague
Insights controlled by soundwaves, that some can only brave
I'm the free spirit 'dave' and your just beatnut slave

[KERZO]

Sych, why do i write so bright?
I launch rhymes higher than the virgin space flight
Phonies ignite up like candles in the moonlight
They'll get set alight or blown out for the night

What makes a revered MC? that ya'll try to portray
Is it the words they spit or the way they convey
The thoughts in their mind that spark then rush away
Rappers spitting out words like they got nothing to say

Why is it so hard to break the fuck through?
I don't give a shit so long as i stay true
To my artform that creates the virtue
In which I relish and then try to outdo

Wu-Tang taught me knowledge that I attest
They show it's not what we say but we digest
Poetry is art that hip-hop manifests
Blend them both together and you'll truly feel blessed

[KERZO]

Make way for the 'Mex, Rhymes fly like jets
All threats are made, Raise the stakes, Plaise yer bets
Spice the flow, Five a bro, Never blow or tip-toe
Keep it low, Have'nt slowed since the day that I rose

My tongue installs fear on all these cats ya hear
I never stress out cos I'm always rapping which blesses
And i smoke green every single day, It never messes
With my head cos it's screwed on like lead

I attack ya with a spike and strike the mic out ya hand
Your verses are criminal, Lyrically put on remand
I offhand rhymes quicker than ya bitch sucks dicks
pre-occupied by a underated kung fu flick

Minds expands like a shingon moon
I bend styles easier than Uri Geller bends spoons
Raps finished, I've addressed all I have to son
So til next time, Sit back and spark a big one

[singodsuperior]

hahahahahaha....I fucks wit the flow

[KERZO]

Ayo It's the fermi paradox, I send out tectonic seismic shocks
More larger than the Mississippi River valley rocks
I switch guise then scale high rise's to the sky like spiderman
My plans are contrary to the Ku Klux Klan
They dont breed hate, they spread the message of the Fam
Which was created and nurtured by the wutang clan
In the darker days, they're who i listened to
When shit got deep, The Wu truly pulled me through

Now I'm back in the fold, verses draped in gold
They catch and stranglehold fiends who got mis-sold
Hip-hop in the state of grace and now they show face
But it aint about the brash cash, it's based on race
So dig deep and search ya heart til ya find
The affirmation of a different culture's state of mind
You can change yourself but heaven forbid
You'll work out that we're all simply human kid

[Mantra]

What's up paradox just a little battle rap check it

on entrance I perform poetic pestilence, poison your brain each sentence
my flows show excellence diabolically designed to drain your intelligence
i was heaven sent and never hesitant to use you in my insane experiments
im the shit, you just excrement that I be breaking down to basic elements
spit raps that smack you back into relapse and collapse ya home residence
your styles about as popular as a gas price rise of twenty seven cents
i stand delivering syllable ridicules that switch your vital signs to critical
making riddles steadily killing this fool with my subliminal lyrical miracles
your in the ring with a word wizard spittin’ wisdom with surgeon precision
making an incision ripping your shit out the system cos when I listen
to the shit you spittin’ all I see is a lack of grey matter, not a rapper
cos the fact of the matter is my brain swagger stab a emcee like a dagger