Rawn MacDon

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Rawn MacDon


Also known as Rawnold Macdonyall, Pseudonym, MC Greg Braid E, The GBE, GM0NEY.
Active from 1997 to 2004 and from 2009 to the present time.
Posted on uS, CC, iE, RMC, LW, RnR, xD, NC and AOB.

[Rawn M.D.]

I got the golden touch of Midas cut in King Tuts likeness
a titan thrustin Poseidon's Triton, my third eye's blink flood Osiris
im Icarus at his highest facing the degrees of Phoenix
Gabriel's shift to Mohammed's genius doding Judas's sneak to Jesus
using the speed of cheetahs; this king gloats with cobras
Abe Vigoda's prime on his throne as Frankenstein within his throat ambrosia
the Ethiopian omen of Halie Selassie smokin with Odin
swallowing the stones of Cronus holding the serpent on the bow of Moses
crossing Noah's ocean inside the spoken whale of Jonah
pestilence, death of the first born, darkness, blood, toads, hail n locusts
I'm the Torah's horror, the Quran's quandary and bible's rival
a genesis as a testament to the book of revelations embracing Baal's revival
Salem's own angel dust addict doing tetrodetoxin black magic
wreaking metropolitan mass havoc making Babylon resemble a bad accident
sack the Vatican's only father's holy water and tarnish the well
if thats not a big bang for evolution, I'm colluding on mutants with Darwin in hell

[Rawn M.D.]

My sound's ridiculous, got it down to a synthesis
Push that rock on the block, around town im crowned Sisyphus
Hit the ground with a grip, on the prowl hittin licks
take they clout if they flip; lay em out n make they house into crypts
Im all about the click clack till I collect big stacks
Checks get cashed exempt with tax to graft and protect kick backs
In pitch black I hustle quick fast, my muscle gets that
so there's never trouble on the double up for the cut or pinched bags
I stop and fantasize when I plot to plan my grinds
cops get handed bribes to stand in line like they wanna pantomime
I dont drop nann in dimes with a hot frantic mind
When I got grams to pies cramped inside of my pants grand design
I let them cannons fly, a quick burst gets em sick hurt
Done did dirt, grab a tricks purse n stomp em out till I kick curbs
Let that whip work while the wrist stirs with a sifter
my mixtures blister on the bubble up and comes to a tinctured simmer
I re-up like an anagram with all the back and forth
When I handle grams its ambulance crash'n course on path to court
I've ran the dance with plants, coke, crack and horse
all leaving tracks and sores, and fiends with long sleeves grabbin more

Shit...believe I give em what they askin for.

[Rawn M.D.]

116

She promised me the world; the answer to my dreams
Her exterior mirrored lifes woes, hammered in her being
She represents opened doors, the end to the struggle
gave her public their muscle the will, want and gusto
She breathed of fresh air, with her high-nose to the crowd
a bacillus of beauty, froze; toes close to the ground
Stood for her ideals, principals, sentiments, truths
Screamed of silent struggles; drowned in cemented shoes
Her complexion reflected the jaded feeling she felt
her presents a blessing, her sight's healing and help
she was a visionary french kiss, a moments slip into bliss
a hedonistic trip to freedom, liberty, to vote...to live
she was born for the downtrodden, sculpted in their shape
a neoclassic representing the classes of a caring state
never to be forgotton, she holds her torch only for them
as a monument of promises; a women that lords over men

[Rawn M.D.]

Magnetic resonance detect my penmanship style is excellence
a pestilence riled and present inside of the lead that I pencil with
I write cancer, oncologists trade notes of their escaped hopes
Catchin static through metastasis, haemorrhagic the way I break flow
My kick games ruthless throw'd like I nicknamed Shoeless Joe
I make my movements known, quick enough to confuse a strobe
Every sentence is a display of leverage that breaks dianetics
My face affect is space effective to move plains my brains kinetic
hades lieutenant, marauder Sargent slaughter gone starburst
Cobra clutch a rolled up dutch, and drop a gem on Pearl Harbor
Kamikaze bombin with kamikaze bombers, eatin shrimp n lobster
The stiffest posture since Marfans' doctors set his heart in copper
I Boomslang with the boom-bap that invenomates on contact
My crew bangs those bomb bags in units of weight, beyond mass
I'd hold guard, and show cards when charged a steady Gambit
Rulin with an iron fist's a risk to the ill equipped or heavy handed

[Frank]

MC GREG BRAID E?

Couldn't be

[Geno]

Frank .ya, that's him lol

[Rawn M.D.]

125

For hours on end the old man lay down on his bed
in soiled sheets, with a stench only his mouth'd compliment
Urine drenched mason jars left ajar for the foul to ferment
lamented tears, n sweat; poured down, scoring his brow and neck.
He lets out a breath...
linseed and aniline, he'd use what they bleed
horse hooves for glue; bristles from their mares, tails n tweed
weighed and graded to fulfill each detail or every need
mixing his paints creating amazing shades, spec to recipe
he lets go off the seeds..
His emotion was focused, as he eased up his easel
passionately prepared his palette; primed, perfect, and peaceful
this masterpiece would be a challenge, given that hes old
memory fleeting, closing his eyes, he torpedoes his ego
rejuvenated, awakened. Fresh blood feeds mosquitoes
The roaches, the fleas, the bees, rats and beetles
no longer mattered, as he stroked the canvas; his keystone
His paintbrush now covered; back-arched staunch faced
reminiscing of his adolescences he starts to paint
memories of skyscraper mountains that reached up parting space
the glare off the windows, the glimmer of gold each shards creates
before the world got so crowded, before agoraphobia and age
before his lower paralysis, the infestations, his rage
he remembered being happy, being proud, being brave
he painted his last masterpiece; his eulogy, his dreaming praise:
'Leaving...Away'

[Rawn M.D.]

I got a bitch that I, hit up on the daily
she sucks and fuck crazy, sucks up all em babies
in front of all em ladies, she actin up all crazy, but...
I whip up on that bitch, she be another fucked Mercedes
she got a fast ass that ya love to get between
thick thighs,a look in em eyes n ya turn a friend
enticed, you know the price, and the urgency
lotus flower, knows its power, so you turn the fee
ol' boy' , man that sht just gets so moist
that ya can get round ya friends act'n all coy
cuz them transactions that ya employed
got taxes out the ass end of the bitch ya enjoyed
extortion, or no abortion, its ya choice
but no matter, my cash gets served up on its platter
ill pimp out hoes,without tryin', any time
and friend, the ends ya spendn', ya no trendin' client

[Rawn M.D.]

(This is my verse as part of a collab that occurred with Vulgar and Eviscerate)

I'm deadly, the ancient enemy, Moses' focus to part the Red Sea...
gave Mozart his first melody; Madame Bovary on both bended knees...
Told Oswald to get at Kennedy...Im Lucky Luchiano's bravado..
The one who handed Hemingway the bottle...while singin Gospels
I am Pol Pot to Hip Hop, muddied the waters for Muddy Waters
Robert Johnson's unmarked martyr for getting what he bartered
The seize of Galileo, the sea of Galilee; Tuskegee's penicillin
the vow of celibacy; Mengele's mission for experimental brilliance
constructed The Divine Comedy in The Inferno as a gift to Dante
Put up Stalen's curtain, inspired Idi Amin and Suddam Hussein
The cerebellum of the Australopithecus, before the sickness hit
“Bellum Gero”...the fallen hero, that history score couldn't forget
The inquisition's chiaroscuro, Nameth's superbowl...Mantle's looks
Deals and pacts go back to King James's editing of the good book
see not, Enoch...the Coelacanth decent to the Marianas trench
Monuments to the souls magnificent's, blood and roses represent

[Rawn M.D.]

Leave em bleeding, Hematomas-all over; bruised blotches black n blue
Dalmatian dog hides with raw insides, refuse for rabid Raccoons
Elephant stop craniums to Conch, eyes bleeding waters of the ocean
Irrigate ear canals to drown out sounds; venomous hissing from a Cobra
Hyena laugh with breathing gasps leading up to each siege and attack
balloon chested; Baboons question the redness of a clean beatin ass
Lemur leap; on two feet I creep, looking with the long neck of a Giraffe
charging head first, kicking up dirt, soundin the horn; a Rhinoceros blast
Inflict swift Kangaroo kicks, cracking sternums down to Spongiform
Magazines lined up clean, Amazonian Bullet Ants confront to storm
I watch, with the stillness of a Sloth, awaiting for the next Insect to fall
Then Puma pounce with the silence of a Mouse - on its neck; clenched jaws
Savage beast lung capacity, pull the wool out from underneath Wolverines
Golden Eagle talons deep; grip lethal incisor teeth sharper then an Owl's beak
A corpse collector, defending predator, who swarms in force baiting Piranha
Nothings better then the taste of some leather or maybe something rotten...
...except for someone plaguing the sun; waiting, plottin', playing Opossum

[Rawn M.D.]

Who can doubt the human mouth of Wolfram Alpha
Cloaked in a tunic shroud concealing the proud mood of Bowser
Drinking coolant out the spout of a moving mountain
Looking down, awaiting a cruel calculative ghoulish outcome
Eating scallions over cow tongue; sigma 6 black belt – Malcrum
Reducing towns down to talcum, a plague in days without sun
Move about breaking the rules of sound with loud lungs
Tetra 3 Crowcon, detection methods present and outdone
A wise and grim Leviathan, whose been imbibed on gin
The life of a pious man’s pride of sin, Machiavelli’s type of Prince
Violent witt, riffle clips, life from inside Poseidon’s abyss
A tyrant with his tithe as thick as a Tsuanami’s tidal volume is
Talkin’ Torquemada; Lord our father’s morgue of bondage
An enormous hot-head, whose temper flares with solar comets,
Screaming storm n conquer; hard enough to force the vomit
God’s son, leaving a string of corpses to simply stand on top of

[Rawn M.D.]

vs SiK

You going verse a legend, with no worries ur a veteren
certain to put ur back against AWOL to reverse ur pension
its allegiance toward ur weapon, a beating for a lesson
Aint a thing intrepid bout G.I. sik, except diseased intestine
speak n ull regret it, dress fatigues for sleeps close second
i suggest u bite ur tongue like an eating disorder correction
giving beatings in the trenches is easy for this henchman
if ur a manowar this'll sting more than a Jellyfish defences
the deadbolt clips been leveraged to a metal fisted menace
to remedy the enemy, when i Cu lts copper shells to chemists

[Rawn M.D.]

Last of a dying breed? Its time to flee or Evolve
Evasive tactics displayed by fagg0ts, no Dia IP involved
Yall basic-average, hermit crab-kids, way out of ur league
ATR's a battary of legends, ur more an assemblage in MMORPG
honest and fact, droppin these raps, we ain't even on the same page
we be closeting cats, while yall geek'n meth with a followin act of gay rayge
And BananaMan, well Meth's grand... if he got that Tina by the key
but he's more likely to cut his nose to spite face then Pigman from Salton Sea
I like Sharp, hes got some heart, and always follows good in-line
such a good sport, that he even looks the part, so this follower can skate on by
This leaves SiK, a military kid, bred by the meak through heat, risk, n flak
hes seen combat, tackled IED's in Iraq, but he won't even whisper on that...
cuz see, ironically, he already knows the policy,
so if he don't tell.....well, we all know the syntax
bout the only hurt locker he ever seen, being the one from his last gym class
and its seems apparent that ur teams generic...and SiK the problem is...
ur a weak varriant of a street terrorist to everyone but ur speech therapist

[Rawn M.D.]

How you goin to swim w the big fish when ya aint harmin guppies
A poet, a no name, the rapine, EndSane in King Narman's company
ATR's coming, sharks for the chuming, circling, starved and hungry
getting more rugged then carpet coverings, your hearts are nothing
truthfully, your crew is toluene, gassed and green as goose beans
this new breed is so very cautious and wary, Ingall's on the prairie
who will fall or get burried for daring to even brawl against Ares
Your obnoxious - only poppin amyl nitrate and paedestry cherries
You think you can contest big guns, with those derringer triggers
Stick ya neck out once and my klippel-feil like a harbinger's whisper
whom carries a hitlist, to apoplexi's like Natural's character witness
Code behaves like he got seroquil sickness, with hysterical bitch fits
his turgid weapons buisness aspiring spirochetes and slip discs
So when challenge week's missives, went unseen and not written
A submissive Sane assumed the position, decreeing his vision
forcing his appretence, Profet, to D- Creed, with cordial derision
Profet negated, Kwikwitit obliged serious enough Muff still aint arrive
After, Keith retreated from capture, he'd bleed out a battered tzar
a scarecrow Pharoah who lacks the heart for his alabaster jar

[Rawn M.D.]

While u hand off to the P.D., Im screening Panzer’d Lamborghinis'
Sing Soprano w Houdini cuz when in Rome, all that tone gets U Gandolfini'd
Give 4 pumps to nik-A's Jordans, the way us Fla brahs' hoard guns
in fact the only time this jock-strap’d is wearing that, along with his support cup
u never had the heart to start, not on varsity or for ur alma-matar
Shts clear when the college doctor prescribes ur offensive line's as beta-blockers
I'm amazed that kids have the audacity to call him something great
when his punches land-phil appears in that place, with written product dumping waste
i never walk a girl home, i spit my shit on deck to hit n work they frame
while everything bull-pens strikes out, and couldn’t take a bitch out pitchin perfect game

[Rawn M.D.]

Im a soldier, snackin on ambrosia sippin chamomile tea
The stone bolus that choked Cronus, dressed to kill in silk sheets
A Golem who slips his toes in penny loafers which sell for Gs
Grippin golden guns, the chosen one aiming to defy guilt with greed
I breathe with fruited breath more than diabetics who forget
Extract cyanide thru their stems to utilize in the most abusive sense
on come back for revenge with crueler intents than Lazarus events
when actual doom impends, I star trek with kombayshi maroon defense
I never brood regret, rather lose my head and lie in a grave
Stack riches, mac bitches, out to get it because a crime always pays
A modern day Goliath and Dave that’s combined in one frame
Who’s a stone’s throw away from a giant when my prides in the way

[Rawn M.D.]

I got a retainer full of lawyers, they post my bond and pay court fees
I stack cheese man, while u cheese’n needin one of those for your teeth
Ur looks are horrible, and ur whole persona screams that u lose fights
I pull dimes on the regular, u do that while attemptin to buy lars’ shoe size
While I only dine in restaurants that are labeled to be able to angel the nose
theres no reservations to bistro, since he catches more elbows than the tables in those
ur never ride or die, wont pick a fist to fight with DNA kept on training wheels
the only beef stroganoff with is his genomic leftovers plated with that dish n remaining alleles
I woulda no showed if u didn’t ask for the extension, so dood its appreciated
But face it, now urine trouble more than strikta feet when he n his women b bathing

[Rawn M.D.]

(was to a picture of surfers)

I remember golden grains of sand and the glimmer of the waves
Running with my board in hand, down the beach I raced
Sprinting toward open water screamin carpe dium at wave breaks
Riding on the crest of life with tunnel vision saying grace
I never feared rip curls, a bull shark’s bite or being submerged undertow
But, was more concerned with the surf, the wind and whats afloat
the currents trending flow, tidal riding times or when to b catchin boats
ud think I’d have this memorized, I’d bet i don’t
I get caught up in the minute, they tend to blend over the water
Back to the sky, trying to ride high on waves I couldn’t carve in
A decorated edgin dedicate, I quested quickly for white marlins
woke up to waves, slept by injestin’ valerian shark cartilage
I paddled my hardest to service the great kahuna's sermons
Ventured into currents till the turbulence grew uncertain
Couldn’t see anemones n urchins thought the next wave id surf in
Next surge formed a maelstrom that’d leave atlantis unburdened
Rode its’ crest for what seemed the oceans length n then its surface
The board warped underneath my feet, and I was nervous
My feet slid off, Its become hard to breathe and my heads hurtin….
I may be out too deep, in the dark, but at least im surfin

...an ode to the dead surfers...

[Rawn M.D.]

I Got Swedish whores doin the Swedish horse while phone sexin ya dime
Who won’t accept calls or dial bars because after she feels dirty n has to use that soap every time
Besides, I only hit clean females that douche and use the baday
Game ur bitch an twister box, while your go on play dates w friends and proceed to lose in that game
Its sad when I can Bogart u off the table with all prior shown cards
For example I’ll handle bars like handle bars and using a variation of lines n concepts from those bars
I’m mean man, and u’re rock bottom tier on a get counsel tip
I beat on ur girl at all time, Lo; she says its like that because that’s about how good u arouse her clit
Ur a bitch, ur diet consists of more soy then active Hispanics
Even if gps tracked where I landed, according to NC ill never be behind bars despite wrap sheets n transcipts

[Rawn M.D.]

I’ve heard people call u an alias, its funny the things they dream up
I can understand maskin u suck, but at least ur doing that while treating emphysema
N ur girl swallows these nuts, deep throats and fucks like a banshee
Only time shes on cym-bals is playing that instrument after me n the whole band beat
Im the one real NCG, check my canteen and commissary account
My lawyer may argue cym-antics, while I just stuck around in order to carry him out
Lets be real, u don’t have the heart or the brain to b competition
Being sym-pathetic is more than a neurological condition, considerin its how u cop ur bitches
I bet u read their biography with hopes Knuck kept me locked in jail
Because Cymbicort’s only a half-life to mine, regardless of that packet insert or clockin sales

[Rawn M.D.]

Poured Mimosas (for writers challenge league)

Person Missing found, Post Marked to those with impeccable taste
Professional Master and gourmet body’s been recovered after several days
Last seen in his kitchen, thinkin deep over Preppin Marinades
Ploppin Measurements of spices, leaves, and Powder Mixed together for their taste
He was a Plate-Making cook, his life’s ingredients were known
Pickled Mangos and Pealed Macadamias, and with a flamed wish would get going
He was good with a spatula, knew the steak weights and temps
His Posture Mimicked expert, with his back starched straight and tense
Placed Marbled filets on-top of coals in his favorite woodfire grill
At the same Precise Moment smoke turned to a flame n grew alive in the keel
Always knew the cut to choose, or Prime Meat slabs for ordeals
But if he wanted too, he could cook up some Pork Meal that would taste like veal
A culinary Prided Man like him was of Profound Mention
Could Benny Janna ten katanas, while cutting puffer-fish and ground PepperMint
He Planned Menu’s each morning through inside deliveries
Paid a Minimum wage out, while eating himself empty in Priceless Misery.
Being Partly Morbidly obese, arteriosclerotic with Plaque Metastasis
The doc placed him on Prescriptions, Mainly written as Blood Pressure med’s and hepatics
He never washed his grill, and claimed its experience was gold
Procured Mutton from New Zealand, and Poached Mixed greens over sole
He engorged on his creations, his gluttony Provided Motivation
Crusted Parmesan Meatball Primavera, Manicotti submerged in arrays of Pino/Malbec flavors
He never ate out of the apartment where he Personally Manufactured garnish
Peppered Maroon his Pollack, Married it in with some homemade Picante Margarine
He had choked out while scarfin, to a Partial Myocardial infarction
Linguine on his tongue blocked his Parietal-Mandibular lines of crossing
Pumped Madly on his chest and drank down a prime Pub Marzden
the Police Md says his stomach contents were fresh from the garden
They Found’m dead on the carpet; Pronounced Master chef, cause of death - gastric distress

[Rawn M.D.]

(for writers challenge league)

He was devout, a sacred believer in the renewal of faith
A separatist and seer; bearded with an un-groomed face
pious and penitent, he rebuked conforming to norms
Carried in horse drawn chariots, with genuflect in his arms
He’d been baptized after birth through crimes of the church
felt this practice was reserved for adult minds to discern
Drowned down by dogma, bogged out by his beliefs
The church refused to recognize him, or his theology
He walked the higher path, and wouldn’t wash his feet
Excommunicated the weak spirited through divine decree
Moved misers with wise words, and treaded their tithes
spoke of divinity being where humility and the trinity coincide
He dressed plainly, replaced all of his button with hooks
To him the bible was inerrant, and much more than a book
A fastidious Anabaptist, his way of living was asceticism
Stood up to the clergy with a dictum to create schisms
On a pilgrimage for purity with his puritanical beliefs
Planned a siege vs the secular through biblical authority
he weaponized the Canon through the Commandments
Disbanded from all his earthly burdens like a Jainist
Moved into exile, and grew wheat to fight the famine
To this day his followers still live the same way Amman did

[Rawn M.D.]

(for a collab)

I feel her heat as it radiates from my face, and sweat drips off my brow
This old flame still remains, which always incinerates everything that it's around
My heart palpates as her whispering lips become alive in the flickers n whisps
Her lingering scent intoxicates me; my muscles cringe when the flint hits the wick
Her love for me’s been slowly growing; her fever haunts my sights n brain
This fire inside’s been personified, affixing eyes whenever she lights the way
Her presence and heat brings pleasure to me as our momentum builds
The ceilings above crack as we reach climax and the smokescreen becomes real
She moves hypnotically, burning my desires to ash that last merely an instant
The walls scream from her intimate being, as they witness my steaming mistress
She’s amazing in her naked state, and absolutely glowing when observed
Dressed in red to blue depending on mood, or how deeply she intends to burn
Her former suitors are scarred by wounds from whom they are beauty marks
Each holds’ his latent spark awaiting a charge to defribulate or break they hearts
Her essence is magnificence with attitude more flammable than heated passion
With an embrace that singes skin, but it doesn’t hold a candle to her breeding actions
Our relationship is toxic, and destructive; when we fight she acts a brutal whore
Spreading her legs making men beg, she erupts with all hells fury of women scorn
Once the smoke clears and the sirens grow near, we both slowly return to one
Leavin only ashes and burns that detectives match into words for our consuming love

[Rawn M.D.]

(for elements torny - story telling)

Joe had his heart set on being rich, to the point where he would kill for the glitz
Grew sick of his 9 to 5, spent his time getting familiarized with drills and their bits
Worked safe combinations, and kept track of trucks that passed weigh stations
Knew their movement, and what they carried but couldn’t sit and wait patient
Possessed the blue prints for bank locations, sewer grids and maim placement
His main aim became payment, and it was there for the taking… if he arranged it
Teamed up with some guys with the access to guns, get away trucks n dynamite
Together they devised a plan to hit the Suntrust after dusk the following night
They decided that Jerry would approach the blond bank teller carrying a note
Indicated this was a heist, and if she alerted VICE that’d b burying them both
See Jerry was a pro at the reel in, he possessed the appearance of a chameleon
The type of crook that’d never look at a camera, but instilled fear like a villain
They had Cici the Brazilian, who’d take toward the ceiling being flexibly resilient
She maneuvered with a feline’s double jointed spine and walked with her heels in
Tony, the largest guy in the cohort was equipped with dynamite n a blow torch
He was more intimidating than mean, but could crack a safe door with no force
And if it came to killing, they had Lenny with the long nose approach the guard
Len had a long nose, yeah; but those who saw his shnoze were ghosts or marks
Joe was the mastermind, he had alarm codes and averaged Po’s dispatch time
He’d act like any other bank customer, but was the brains that backed the crime
They synchronized their watches, with everyone taking the proper precautions
approached the bank in costume at shift change, while Cici proctored the awning
each occupied a teller doing their job, and put into motion their concocted plot
Jerry made his transaction, while Tony gained access to the safe deposit box
Joe bid his time in line, while Len blocked the lens and the rent-a-cops went blind
Cici entered into the attic, cut the wires and then tapped in to the security feed
Tony lit up his torch, and Len revealed his long nose, which threatened to sneeze
Joe took cover with the customers, quelled their screams while he begged with pleas
Jerry emptied the teller’s draw, as Tony assaulted the vault and beckoned heat
Len drew his weapon to beget his greed, as the ceiling beam had collapsed clean
With Cici laughing, and at her guns end stood Len, Joe and Jerry

[Rawn M.D.]

(collab verse)

The games over when we out for that payola
beatin on ya bitch till my bed’s spring break like Daytona
with an eighth rolled up, on a hunt for those ends
black card, senior discount the way we dish out hundred n tens
with a love to just spend, till our pockets light
bitches stop on site, need a Zamboni machine to even rock my ice
my lodge is nice, ride on nothing but yachts n bikes
high speed, fast life; learn from my misfortune but forgot its price
get that VIP treatment wherever we be at
feet up with the seat back eating gourmet filleted Chilean sea bass
we be that; money motivated for the payment
because the grass is always greener for the team that turns the rake in

[Rawn M.D.]

(for writers challenge league)

The baby was born with angelic blond hair and the devil’s blue eyes
The doctor smacked him on the ass, and his cries signified a new life
Darwin summized that only the strong survive, so death to the weak
There’s 7 sins and 7 virtues, and ironically there is 7 days in a week
Cancer cells brings immortality, but also kills its host in the end run
Even if we chose the road less traveled, in the same place we’d end up
In a world where one bergan belsin equates to mozarts 9th symphony
The mona lisa’s traded at market value for the next mans life misery
So we let it breath and become truly inspired while holding our breath
And feel the most alive closest to death, stuck in an oceanic abyss
Leave our footprints in the sand only to get washed with the tides
People say moneys the root of evil, but we pray and pay our tithes
Could it be part of the grand design, our mind fighting the I ching
We look to the heavens, but the sun eventually becomes blinding
The writings been on the wall inside cave drawings and hieroglyphics
Predicted by mystics, but we’ve missed it and nobody likes the cynic
We’re the light inside the prism, our density’s bend our perspective
Tell lies to ourselves out of comfort, taking comfort in self deception
Eugenics, vaccines, nuclear medicine, gps tracking, and fukashima
We’ve lost faith in humanity, leaving athetist as the true believers
Building walls to block us off, with our discord funding nationalism
Modern day conquistadors to space, displaying passive aggression
Dispatching our engines in cold wars with no compassionate victims
Who the fuck gives a shit about sputnik or immaculate conception
We’d violate the Geneva convention just to blast our way thru heaven
And plastic our skin to fabricate aesthetics while capturing Yemen
She carried him 9 months in her womb to die from preeclampsia
He had the devils blue eyes with angelic blond hair…he was America

[Rawn M.D.]

(swag n flow)

Leave em spellbound, got hound dogs n hell hounds
Who, when they smell foul reactor die like melt downs
Kicking karate with Mr magi real power in the wheelhouse
Chewing salami with lucha brazi moving bodies with steel out
golem giants prone to violence mikiah phifier paid in full
doods who banged em tools way before gangs in schools
rage n anger-fueled with no deep end like training pools
my bitch got a firm ass, inject cement in the sht
Watchin her watch my designer wrist watch's str8 legit
taug-hauer, after hours-inner hips benz like the whip
twistin lambspread, lambskin deep inside her clit
I break bread, spend blood money dead presidents
On the street its all lovely, Walk and demand respect
Im knowingly Fresh, opening chess in moments of death
choking the pet over his head holding a check, solely adressed
Mi amigos massive, each blows only priemo grasses
In tuxedo fashion getting flamingo ass in casino bathrooms
Slang that Nino crack cut back with amino acids
with G Code past Vito stats reloading three chrome magnums
My adrenals equal that of a week old mastiff
Or a sleak slow assassin doing evil magic hopkido backflips
When we roll past its as thick as the ass on my last bitch
after kegal classes spread eagle over my mandingo aspects
Im Frank Zito’s last kin involved in illegal actions
who's genome matches ba baracius with green hulk fragments
We talkin Greek god status when we bought Athens
tongue deep in a bad bitch thunder clappin deluged Baptists
Hit with the leadoff back fist and eat raw catfish
with a team all bat shit and guano where that deep draw cash is

[Rawn M.D.]

(for pic battle vs ill nik-a)

Hai conio! ur mom's doctor must've burnt the arroz con pollo
and delivered a pathetic white wash walled off version in the clone of zorro
a racoon aint got shit on this baffoons own mask snafu
I'd say that I'd wax you, but ur eyebrows need that and some vidal sassoon
I read a book a day while cookin base, im good that way
in all that gray ur wardrobe's 50 shades from beat bitch, and looks as aged
rockin that 2 gun pose, but doods not thug though
hair cut like u snubbed lowes, which got me wonderin where'd the rug go?
this fat fucker latin lover prolly smashed his cousin
and black'd his knee caps so bad he wears them shorts to match the color
crack is nothin, this coke head claims he got a job, ha!
only Chore Boy got was corner store bought and used to pack rock ontop of
with that face full of pac holes, dood's got the shingles nod
apparently as a teen u got them pringles on, and that statement holds water...
no Elian

[Rawn MD]

He steams and then blows up...
his own treasonous soldier, stuck in a zenith of novas
eyes to the heavens; mouth open; Eden - ambrosia
The serpents released skin, his beacon is hopeless
just citizen kane's dreaming of rosebud; feigning, but focused
seeing the sequence, but keeps repeatin it over
to see through the fog, his heat in this cold front
keeps feeding the cobra, leaking; squeamishly sober
he teases the vultures, while preening his coat up,
but its easy to coax em; deceive with emotions
his genius is stroking, bereavements been broken
on his last leg leaning, his reprieve being loaded
the bees keep stinging, cleaving their own stun
vehemently shogun; him being the lone gun
his speech. uneasy; labored breathing, slow tongued
envy greening; the greed being explosive
the seizure's robust; plague, Egyptian locusts
reachin achievements, needs depleted; hopes bust
but, leads from the crows nest, with Theseus's motion
to where the wind takes him; breathing his own gusts

[Rawn MD]

Musically, I'm So charged...
No farce, Im fluidly Harpo Marx w joke cards, and a gold harp
A fluently tone sharp Amadeus Mozart mixed with van Gough drog art
In a boneyard of ubiquitous Ozarks, being split with a trochar
Skin thick as a grown shark, resistant to solar, sickness and sonar
They don't know war, I'm Carl von Clauswitz, on the fritz
Draped in a nondescript coat with Vutton imprints taking vodka sips
Innately lost hope; confident in how glock's kick n roger grips
with a bitch, strapped to load on that bondage tip, who wants the dick I
'm donned The Prince, my code of omerta is hold, or fair tough
At home in the harshest weather, since polar bear rugs and arctic winters
My heart hits tempers that cause octave timbres in odd offences
Raise'n cop suspicions, parlay in yachts for business with pocket stipends
drinkin liquors they stop dispensin'

[Rawn MD]

Find me a middle man...
I got young gunners who'd kill for a little bread to get ahead
A crooked ass criminal at his pinnacle, with past acquittals in the feds
Keep my eyes low, behind those rose prada nickel plated lens
and tread with more a low profile than the tires hulled in the v8 benz
My minds so Capone, or Geryon with a list of sick demands
with twice the Gaul n no flaws than diamonds ship direct from France
drinkin raw, single malt that burns with the strength of ants
study'n law by the clause, I'd take that charge just to catch a glance
A strategist, protagonist, that plans the best when damned
Hyperactive pistol grip, bullets Ritalin regrets through blood n sand
My head is, invested in measurements, sums, cuts and grams
Defense system, munitions, guns, business, drugs, trusts and grants
Saki sippin, double dippin', embezzlements just another scam
they watch mine, I watch the time on my rolex bezel colored crayon
Slangin raw, China paw and angel dust in stables from Japan
strong-armin the game with fatal gloved hands in case the gun jams

[Rawn MD]

"The King"

The crown be humongous
grew out like a fungus
at Everest's summit
there aint no where else to trust
the world is our oyster
words from my lawyer
if you stuck in that boiler
sweat it out, or else clam up
they lackin the roster
we practiced in posture
to passion and prosper
out for the stunt, on ramp up
This Atlas aint shruggin
relax in the struggle
anatomical structure
fashonied from fascia and muscle
The maxim is fuck em
An alchemist wonder
crafted from once was
gold transformed back to mans blood
A wrathful tough stomach
pushin max out a bucket
stained glass accustomed
sand castles fortress from damp mud
Piscal couldn't measure
squad move the pressure
hail to the emperor
who trumps cross hairs and fox hunts
the practicing Edmond
Dantes after Pompey
drinking ethereal bombey
amazed, but not flummoxed
Studied in Ancients
Minotaur in mazes
A mental of metal
prestige in degrees that dont rust
My Word is extortion
the works of which forks bend
asleep with a horse head
Greek Gold fleece silk sheets roll ups
Wont speak on a cordless
Rose feets and plush orchids
it bleeds n gets orphaned
then we meet when he grows up

[Rawn MD]

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The swarm was immense; heat distorted their sights
bending and blending, burning, blushing by eyes
blood rushing with speeds busting seems taking flight
shoulders rubbing, crowds becoming one in the night
the strangers get stranger, a stranger stands to the side
shifting, slipping, swimming the skys
his up was her down, his fire her ice
the waters were a glow, a glow's silent surprise
each came alone, but left alone they would die
as they came together, they made the weather
they made forever ache in its time
his reflection became her obsession
as their numbers dwindled down to their prime
his love was her love, but her love was the light
the light that left alone burned only to blind
bending and blending, burning blushing by eyes
shoulders rubbing, crowds becoming one in the night
ripping clothing, thinking, ...hoping
is this where we fuck, swim, or fight
they reach their release on a beach, each ignite

[Rawn MD]

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Geoffry grew up a G, but his team played him as soft
Got cased up in his teens, took time delayed in a stall.
Would not screech yell or scream, but he could paint, tint and draw
Geoff spent his days set in intrigue, and traced him a boss.
He had first spotted his mentor, stone-faced playing hearts
Playing wasn't the right word, one doesn't play from the heart.
He had saw the quick movement, set the sun to its spark
His paragon's bruteness moved like music in pitch dark.
A lion among cheetahs, which doesn't need to roar
Liar among cheaters, leave lying the cleanest corpse.
His mind was the meanest, been steeped in schemes that bleed more...
...red, in the same degree than the biggest Supreme store.
Geoffry took to his side, followed direction and learned
The best weapon's the mind of the dejected, unheard.
Never affected by whatever occurs; assured-
Paying attention to every sentence and word.
Playing affection for dependence and worth; alert-
For breaks in deception like a pickpocket or perp.
Geoffry reminisced about the snitch neighborhood kids
He then began to think about his friends where he lived.
Each person's character, their aptitude, and their wit
Their attitude, who could pass as food, and who would quit.
Upon his release, he let the beast out from its cage
Inhaled his last breath, stagnant air, refreshed and depraved.
He could feel the air tense, as they circled round each way
Geof foresaw this, deep in his drawing of drowned seascapes.
They'd smelt his foul stench, his flesh, his thoughts clouded his brain
hypnotics the Nautic when meditated for days.
He’d marauded, fought death, and penetrated its gaze
so, when the sharks set target on Geoffry as some prey
he posted on his peers acting chummy with brusque bait.
Peer to pier cut and paste, Geoff met his threat unafraid.
Sink or swim, Geoffry crept in the frenzy proud and trained
pulled his plunger, and got wet emptying out the drain.

[Rawn MD]

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Countdown to zero hour
Earth crushing steel devours
from bread baskets to stealing flour
states Rays up to stake their power
jockying Plaice to Skate or Flounder
left us Flat Fishin’ in problems past fixin
...I recall how things used to be
before lights buzzin, it was proof of bees
before night hunting, there was lucid dreams
before high sunscreen, I consumed the heat
but now after the last attack...
I have to don masks to inhale the air
the ground is rock ash, pavement stale and bare
soil blisters with boils if I been exposed
uncoil the tinfoil just to hit the road
The sun broils skin quicker than a snake can shed
radioactive, radio agent, radio station, radios dead
between the rate at which the infection spread
or the states solution to escape ahead
and the great pollution that infiltrates breath
Sets stays of execution in painted lead
canvas that easel in handprints of people
dead, decayed and engulfed in damages left
except....me and this blasted cat
facts, in a landscape of grey reaching heights
skyscraping God's feet, I begin to rise
trying to find…air, so clean I can breathe
but this cat mocks me, staying to my side
My own Siamese, she’s one step behind
in my tracks and when I am set to climb…
She arches her back and attacks
clawing to scratch, calling me back
She opens me up, hissing and ripping
purring and hurting, exposing my blood
to the unclean, I feel the contagion
penetrating the sunscreen, oh fuck me!
I bravely reach for the next highest beam
My eyelids beat me down, flex violently
She meows, I act vexed decidedly
to drown her sound out to an island breeze
countdown zero hour, and finally free
sitting by myself on the highest beam
inhaling cigarettes trying to breathe
dying of cat scratch fever from the ether
my heartbeats for her, my siamese