Keep It Movin - Madchild, Vinnie Paz, Loki

I’m quite frightening, I’m white lightning

I’m Mike Tyson, A icepick >taught to Mic ice 'em ❓❓<

I’m Iceman, kill for fun and start writin'

Jump off stage, spit flames with no hype man

One of the best yet, every line’s a death threat

Still can’t figure out what’s wrong with my head yet

I’m morbid and tormented, this door’s entrance was entered

This dark self centered warp vengeance

This engine, it burns on 6 cylinders

Armed like John Dillinger

Just in case I get swarmed by strong villagers

I stay calm, villainous, I’m the strong militant type

Get wrong feelings at night

King Kong’s ready to fight, but still choose seclusion

General of a movement, generally confusion

Mentally I’m improving, enemies I remove them

Plenty of them, but I get venomous so they lose it

Losin' nudist

Student in amusement

Stupid, there’s mucus in the music

Grumpy old man with my honey hold hands

Runny nose bad, my rugby don’t match

Awake when I dream, eyes wide open

Low life love, I’m like Moses

Hot fire, lava, spit tobacco sauce

Rob y’all stores with my mask off

Brooklyn DK, Bronx beat break

The sands of Iran and the M.I.A

A hookah in Bermuda, sitting in my cave

Shoot 'em with a Ruger, witnessin' my aim

My mic’s reloaded, got a verse in the chamber

Give a flying fuck where you came from bum

Thirsty thirsty from the ville

RIP every motherfuckin' track I kill

Hands in the air, everybody hit the floor

I’m a DMS gangsta, a soldier at war

Bipolar nightmares, I’m strong in pain

Donnie Darko, my friends keep bombin' trains

Wether I’m arcane or caught insane

You can’t keep me down, King Kong in chains

Modern oddity, with tattoos a lot on my arms

Need a lobotomy, for causing grievous bodily harms

Demonstrating my style, drugs money and sex

Fucking playboy bunnies, Bugs Bunny on X

Fighting demons in my head

I’m a demon in the bed

Owe me money, I’ll beat you till you’re screaming bleeding red

We fight back to back like we 300 spartans

Gladiator shields with swords and Doc Martens

Spit so cold I got a frozen tongue

The O.G.

I am Loki, the chosen one

I don’t appreciate all the side talk

Real rap, stake that died off

Pop you like july 4th

Heroin rap but don’t nod off

Put his fuckin' brain mane all over the sidewalk

Shit was about to pop off, but I told 'em nah

But he was into bedlam and sendin' 'em to cha

He though he a veteran and settlin with with y’all

He though its adrenaline, medicine for the cure

(There's no cure)

And nobody contended with my pop

And he was just offended when they handed him the knot

Over-analytical is belly in a knot

But he was Machiavellian and very into Pi

You need to overstand son still valid

Did 2 bullets and he came home wilin'

Now he throwed off and his brain off balance

John look good but its too much mileage