Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All I Know, artist - Madchild. Album song The Darkest Hour, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.07.2017
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
All I Know |
| Yeah that’s that shit |
| I’ma spin that back |
| Madchild |
| Yeah, I like this shit |
| Yo |
| When I start writing, having all-nighters |
| Writing ‘til I feel like I’ve got fucking arthritis |
| Little King Kong, strong song writer |
| I’ll get some shit out my chest like I’ve got bronchitis |
| Mortifying, open up and then it’s more to fire |
| Horrifying, not quite bipolar but borderline |
| Bruce Lee spitting profusely |
| Gifted like a spruce tree |
| Banging out another verse on loose-leaf |
| Blue beast, hanging while I’m soaking up my new seems |
| Switching up my routine. |
| Taco’s ‘stead of poutine |
| Tried to take a flock of my Canadian geese |
| Duck, I’ll put that goose down, Canadian fleece |
| Evidence |
| I feel this (In my soul) |
| I got it (In my soul) |
| It comes from (my soul) |
| And this is (my soul) |
| Krondon |
| From their filers ‘fences |
| Throw in the towel |
| Leave your body singe’n |
| You’ll probably need a fire engine |
| Seven senses playing miles, never give it interest |
| Stressing their opinion, it’s in bless their vision |
| Twisting up my escape mission, the lights off |
| Door knock, the weight in my pains |
| Visit the Shell Shock |
| Nu buck Timberland |
| Dead stop, the crew cut |
| Jaw head, Johnny the jump to the dreadlock |
| Two jerk chicken and rum |
| Punch the pestilence |
| False prophets fumbling |
| Fun funds to let me just |
| Good play, now it’s a bad run |
| Your leg broke |
| Black Benz minus the patrol, the slow poke |
| Paralyzed breathing with no pulse, but of course |
| Sit and sip from the safest source cup I keep away from Satan’s course |
| Banking on the better force |
| Outvoted by the people’s choice |
| Evidence |
| I feel this (In my soul) |
| I got it (In my soul) |
| It comes from (my soul) |
| And this is (my soul) |
| Madchild |
| That last mixtape from Belly was a beast |
| I still got hunger in my belly, I’m a beast |
| Started at the bottom, keep climbing to the peak |
| Underground but still got gold and diamonds on my teeth |
| Holy smokes. |
| Feel the spirit, that’s the Holy Ghost |
| Life’s a rollercoaster, lucky that I didn’t overdose |
| Sharp and venomous as fuck. |
| Watch your cobra boast |
| Fuck with me, you’re comatose |
| Thousands of ‘em over coke |
| Bitches by the boatload |
| Lining up, I keep those |
| But it’s just catch and release if she can’t deep throat |
| I like this new shit, the psycho is adaptable |
| Spectacular. |
| Tap you on the back and crack your scapula |
| Soul controller drinking Coca-Cola with a broken molar |
| White PS4 with four remote controllers |
| I mass murder with these words, there is no shortage |
| 5'7″, when I’m right I’m given short notice |