Madchild,Loki,Vinnie Paz,Thirstin Howl The 3rd — Keep It Movin

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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 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