Rawn MacDon
Rawn MacDon
|
God Complex
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 |
Address Dope Boy Fresh
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. |
Lady Liberty
1 Attachment(s)
[ATTACH=CONFIG]116[/ATTACH]
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 |
'Armistice At An Arms Distance'
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 |
MC GREG BRAID E?
Couldn't be |
@Frank .ya, that's him lol
|
'A Picture Youth'
1 Attachment(s)
[ATTACH=CONFIG]125[/ATTACH]
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' |
'My Girl'
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 |
'Blood and Roses'
(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 |
Animal Instinct
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 |
vs Edgar AlPo (SnF)
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 |
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 |
End of a Dying Breed
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 |
Sarcaphaguses for All (DN diss)
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 |
Vs Philly aka The Bully
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 |
Vs Figurative (SnF)
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 |
Verse Rap Maestro
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 |
Dark Seas
(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... |
vs Loast
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 |
vs Cymbicort
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 |
Pourin Mimosa's (P.M. exercises)
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 |
Mennonites
(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 |
Burning Desire
(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 |
Heads Up
(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 |
Paper Chase
(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 |
(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 |
(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 |
Once u pop, u cant stop
(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 |
Shrug
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 |
SnF verse
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' |
SnF verse
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 |
"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 |
https://i.ibb.co/mCSJLVg/CC1-DF275-A...C5-A3609-A.jpg
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 |
Pier'ing Out
https://i.ibb.co/02325zf/573098-F7-F...2-D051-C40.jpg
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. |
https://i.ibb.co/K0wYpjW/CCE5-A3-CE-...CA5-E500-B.jpg
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 |
All times are GMT -4. The time now is 05:23 AM. |
Powered by vBulletin® Version 3.8.5
Copyright ©2000 - 2024, Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.
User Alert System provided by
Advanced User Tagging (Lite) -
vBulletin Mods & Addons Copyright © 2024 DragonByte Technologies Ltd.