BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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I am the Goat idc what you say
- Echoes from Enoch, shooters on the treetops
- Aiming for my weak spots but they ain’t pulling thee glocks
- I see henchmen trailing from the cedar rocks
- Get into a bush a disappear like detox
- Face is unforgettable
- Trace is never measurable
- It’s the king of rap, always the most poetical
- Mathematical killings after slaughtering several
- Ambition’s immeasurable, visions extraterrestrial
- Kalligraphy doesn’t pose hypotheticals
- Just slams all the hereticals
- Rappers become skeptical when my rhymes become symmetrical
- Take off their heads, do it alphabetical
- They say it ain’t ethical so I send them to the medicals
- Keep it too professional, tracks become confessionals
- Still increasing my decimals
- Every word and rhyme is intentional
- I’m 5 dimensional, wondrous, exceptional
- Forever unforgettable, you fictional and impressionable
- I bring that Kurt Vonnegut, metal faced, Nirvana shit
- Kurt Cobain brain with a splash of being ominous
- Blood on the ceiling, scratches in the coffin shit
- Batches of cars and every one is autonomous
- My dead spirit still roaming like it’s posthumous
- Redirecting my opposites, shredding their bar work and “full throttle” shit
- Jesus called my name to write my opponents apocalypse
- I told him on it and I redirected their consciousness
- They claim to be deep but they barely scrape the obelisk
- Verbal hieroglyphics, I’m that Isaiah Scroll manuscript
- Valued and placed in places where they cherish it
- Peel of the skin of my enemies like Judas Ischariot
- Carry off in a chariot playing Fredrick Redd Jazz riffs
- I’m riding in a car made from Eziekiels wheel
- Made out of hard stainless Jakub steel
- That feeling of counting faces out of your basement
- With hundreds over another like old dead grandparents
- Hands itching from the paper I’m facing
- I’m stitching plans of overcoming slow pacing
- That make it out the matrix, always raising it
- Money counter working, that Louis V curtain
- Virgil’s spirits is in eyes and I’m certain
- That C Dior mixed with Balenciaga workin
- Catching eyes and dreams, selling them to new human beings
- I’m abusing screens with these punchlines I bring
- Like broken springs under mattresses I’m never sleeping
- I’m that making out of the slums dream
- That summer beam cooking your body seams
- Streams of consciousness glamouring over TV screens
- You know what it means
- The 12 tribes names are all in the heavens
- Reppin 47, King Capital my brethren
- Sing mathematical driving Bentleys into Heaven
- See my own reflection in the vision from Eziekiel
- Over the bosom of Abraham, all of this surreal
- Breathing in the ether, the air from my speakers
- The lyrics you trapped and measured up in beakers
- Become my keepers, lessons for the weaker
- Poetry in motion like Nat Turner meets Aretha
- Girls be doing ho etry, I’m prophetic uncontrollably
- You can see the whole in me
- That’s bullets from the beginning when I had that hoe in me
- Now I’m producing poems and flipping scriptures like Jodeci
- Velvet lyrics spinning on the wall of the mansion
- Murdering each verse as if I’m Marylin Manson
- That’s taking chances, keep up my trances
- Keep flipping stances, to break like some branches
- I’m flowing down an avalanche as a preying mantis
- Guiding my stances without losing a stand with
- Fans that tell me how to rap like I’m losing my plans and shit
- I spit that verbal intercourse, Nas poetic aggression
- A diss to me is your ultimate misdirection
- I deliver easy, like A, B ,C sections
- Never dressing lame but still caressing some pain
- Teaching lessons to the lames like the half brother of James
- The lepers that were saved from a man’s God frame
- Has healed me many times and I need to do the same
- Whether rhyme playin or cosplayin
- I need that clear weather lane
- My spirit comes to light usually around the night
- That kiss to Jesus’s cheek in the garden where he got striked
- That Judas and Jesus quick session of apartheid
- Has glanced through my eyes in a powerful rhyme
- Took my chances and now I’m worse than Judas
- He did it for silver, I’m doing this for free, I’m useless
- Doing it for free like Kendrick offering a sixteen
- So clean and memorable, like Jimi Hendrix shredding strings
- That laser beam to the scalp never left a thing
- Like the bars haters place to slow down my pace
- I show no emotions in my corrupted face
- Abrupted with strength to show that commotions offer haste
- Rasta to the Sheiks, priest to a bank
- The collections of egos remains in faith
- I see a vision of a shadow at my window
- Is it my past egos finally makin a show
- Or is it some old folks who I don’t know
- Is it the popo, the Watchers of the Bible
- The Nephilim folks who came for my soul
- I can’t make them out, so let me explore
- These sights of evil I see peeking from my window
- Seeking the light but in the dark of evil
- Feeling like I might be too bleak for some people
- To lyrical they label me a 1 hit miracle
- That’s too ethereal, I want to feel real
- Like that K Dot song, if we’re being real
- Cursing names, spitting flames and shitting change
- Hands full of scrapes after shaving of the nonsense with my razor blades
- Hop over the fence to play with the other types of snakes
- That trading sides is not gonna get you out of the game
- Only traps you in longer because more conversations are being made
- Don’t be fooled by the cruel sights of the game
- Don’t bark at that tree, that tree will fall on you
- Why ain’t your affiliates full warn you
- Please not K, he’s not for play
- He’ll make a grave then you’ll rot away
- Forgotten and dissed, kissed and swollen
- I got bars for every millimeter from here to Poland
- You guys are Peter on the water, scarfed and hopeless
- Just believe, walk through your faith
- When will you see that Kalligraphy’s not for play
- Speak to me you lame, you dead already, okay
- I wrote your eulogy, your family is through with me
- Obituary to, your whole life was mine fool
- Please understand if you don’t rock with me
- I'll put you mind at ease with glock I’ll squeeze
- Look, fools always ask me for clues
- I give them to them, their paybacks are overdue
- Their bars are overused, overstated and screwed
- Overrated and school like bars from a stool
- Represent the 6 but you represent the pool:
- People have fun when they’re dealing when with you
- That’s the opposite for me, I’m like labour for a queen
- I’m Pearl Harbor on the beach, that man that was pieced
- Leaving you deceased with bars from Venice Beach
- Luxury like Balenci’, sharper then some Fendi
- I’m the handyman, your the candied yam
- Your a sham, a misplaced lamb
- Slaughtered a sacrificed to a false god, man
- Please don’t let me hurt you, you want some virtues
- You’ll have to outrap me but that’s forever overdue
- Forever smokin you, that’s Snoop Dogg pokin you Roll you in a blunt cuz you small and schooled
- Broken and bruised, corpse misconstrued
- That’s me, K Y, never remain shy
- Killing guys in the meantime of slicing the Lords pie
- 3.14 in the Devil's pie, that’s right guys, open your eyes
- My ink’s a metronome in fractal syncopation
- Hexadecimal sermons spoken in pulsar modulations
- Ciphered dreams from sages with Himalayan vision
- Decode the lotus petals to retrieve the algorithm
- I orchestrate synesthesia from notes in Pythagorean strings
- I transcribe echoes of the aether as my choir sings
- Sanskrit seared in brass occult in the syntax
- My bones composed of vellum let my spirit ink the syntax
- I slingshot Newton’s apple ‘til it ruptures fourth dimensions
- The echoes ricochet through astral cathedrals in suspension
- Galaxies collapse and birth anew within my breath control
- Every sonnet’s tessellated infinite and set in gold
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