Rawn MacDon

02-11-2013, 04:48 AM

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.

02-11-2013, 04:48 AM	#1
Rawn M.D. Guest Posts: n/a	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.