Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep It Movin, artist - Madchild. Date of issue: 19.07.2018
Song language: English
Keep It Movin |
| 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 |