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I produced and co-wrote this dark, braggadocious track a few days ago. #djexcellence #tawnraw #hiphop #rap #boombap Lyrics: [Intro] “Tawnraw... yeah, yeah…” “Bring it back to the essence…” [Verse 1] I’m the calm before the chaos, the storm in the sermon, Born in discernment, words form like bourbon. Learned from the silence when the cypher was burnin’, Now my page turn sacred—scriptures emergin’. Iron lungs spittin’ code, encrypted diction, Lyrics hit friction, ignite premonitions. Precision in rhythm, I pivot dimensions, Bars bend physics, divine interventions. My syntax surgical, factual vertical, Wordplay merciful, still universal. Master of the ritual, lyrical visual, Tawnraw, the name sound mythical, spiritual. [Hook] “Crown on tilt—still royal with it!” “God body—raw intellect!” “You can’t match this…” “Tawnraw!” “Divine in my aura…” [Verse 2] A prodigy polished in poverty’s paradox, Clock philosophies hotter than lava rocks. Meditate on pressure till the diamond erupt, Every rhyme designed to realign the corrupt. Legacy logic, I’m cosmic and grounded, Sound surrounded, profound and resounded. You can’t measure this treasure with metrics of man, I blend rhetoric, sediment, essence, and sand. I’m hieroglyphic with the penmanship, Spirit in the lettering—testament intelligence. Veteran elegance, never irrelevant, Raw to the core, still heaven-sent evidence. [Hook] “Crown tilted slightly—style righteous!” “Still sharp—every bar is timeless!” “Tawnraw… the rhyme godfather!” “Divine architect—respect the author!” [Verse 3] Not fame-chasin’, I’m name-engraved in granite, Bars organic, shift planets when I plan it. Golden in my tone, coded in my cadence, Ancient language, still relevant to patrons. I fracture illusions, patch up confusion, Blueprint fusion, truth transfusion. So when they crown kings, remember the scripture, Tawnraw the name—etched deep in the fixture. [Hook] “Crown on tilt—Tawnraw still reigns!” “From the block to the cosmos—unchained!” “You can quote that—yeah, quote that!” “Crown tilted slightly…”