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