Raymond Dennis Keene OBE (born 29 January 1948) is an English chess Grandmaster, a FIDE International Arbiter, a chess organiser, and a journalist and author.p196 He won the British Chess Championship in 1971, and was the first player from England to earn a Grandmaster norm, in 1974. In 1976 he became the second Englishman, following Tony Miles, to be awarded the Grandmaster title. He represented his country in eight Chess Olympiads.
Keene retired from competitive play in 1986 at the age of thirty eight, and is now better known as a chess organiser, columnist and author. He was involved in organising the 1986, 1993 and 2000 World Chess Championships; and the 1997, 1998 and 1999 Mind Sports Olympiads; all held in London. He has been chess correspondent of The Times since 1985, and is a prolific author, having written over 100 books on chess. He was appointed an Officer of the Order of the British Empire (OBE) for services to chess in 1985.
Keene is a controversial figure in the chess world, and has had disputes with John Donaldson, Tony Miles, David Levy, and Viktor Korchnoi. He has been accused of plagiarism, and his business dealings and the quality of some of his chess books have also been criticised.
ease no game, you fire i'm chain, gave attempts
please be the times that i surprise myself
my niggers looking like black crows and pack shows
the dawn voice stay pristine like i'm still 17
i'm rich, black, african rocking the golden mat
...leather gucci's ...on my back... in the trench
...these niggers, eating 6 gazelles, dicing any defense
mike tyson disciple, trifle with my pen is a rifle
16 ways to shoot you through your
but do you exhale ...with niggers the jail's off, ah
you bring the best niggers to the table, i set 4 of my whales on you
custom what he speakers rump on polices, dump on creatures
holidays you preach us, stainless steel watches, hostages turning next, here's the deal
if we can't come in they can't have the feel
...your system, murder excremental, rap, harmony and horses live efficient
along with generals who flash uzzies in interviews
my shit is
verse 2 gotta be all murder just like verse 1
...yellow like hair on a malibu surfer,
yellow like my , yellow like new york city pissed and concrete
yo, who voted oath ...and the wind, las vegas odors what you know, we leave it right here
we go to the loadest, put a package on your head, be promoted
peace and effect, panties off and donuts
i hate to see you acting like a slave to get an advance here, and advance there