Lord Verm - Heat (EP)

Now we're talking, and though this might be the shortest EP known to man, technically a beat tape, I don't know, whatever you want to call it. Still, it's nasty; if you're an MC, you won't be able to resist wanting to rock out some rhymes over these pieces, though only an exceptional lyricist could take the madness Lord Verm has cultivated here & match its intensity. It's almost like one big schizophrenic song with how seamless he scratches onto the next, chiseling the surface like a Riker's escapee; the acronym here is brilliant. Each song is a letter, eventually spelling out "HEAT" cause that's what this is; after all, don't touch it, or you'll burn your skin & singe any nearby follicles.

I'm sure every Hip Hop head MC has heard that sample on numerous occasions, but this is one that surely does stand out amongst the flock. His scratches are so fucking ridiculous from the jump & they just keep descending into madness as we continue along down this abysmal pit that is clearly his warped yet fascinating mind. His hands are doing all the talking here; it's like he's casting spells onto the listeners cause I had to fight every urge within myself not to pick up a pen & start jotting down lines. Still, I resisted cause why not just take the time to admire the DJ for a bit? If I didn't know any better, I would've assumed this was something right out of the Golden era.

From the jump, Verm is "CUTTIN' IT," his hands are mechanical, they just keep going & I'm sure he could stop them if he wanted to. Still, he chooses not to; he's a living "PARADOX" as he manipulates "FATHER TIME" in his favor, dissolving his hands like water on sand, bringing everything up to a "BOILING POINT" as he calmly simmers all this madness down. No wonder they call him the Beat Villain; he's Vermin on the mic & an even bigger one behind the boards, The Romance Club is lucky to have him as a producer & dominant emcee, and we hope to get more of his impressive skills in the near future.