King Goat Rebellion Swagger

Crown on my dome, the Goat King reigns,

Chessboard battlefield, I’m rearranging lanes.

Your pawns tremble, my rook takes aim,

Queens bow down when I spit that flame.

Ink flows deeper than Poseidon’s lair,

You sinking slow, gasping for air.

Each word a dagger, syllables cut clean,

I’m the poet, the prophet, your worst dream.

Checkmate moves, no time to think,

Get a board or sink in my sea of ink.

Goat King rules, no pawns allowed,

Bow to the crown or fade in the crowd.

808s stomp like elephants in a stampede,

Your rhymes brittle, snapping like a dry reed.

You scribble weak lines, I write epics in blood,

Your flow stuck in the past, mine erupts like a flood.

Call me Eazy with the wordplay, I’m ruthless,

Your style’s played out, toothless and useless.

Too Short wit, spitting game since the start,

While you stuck on basic, I’m a master of art.

This board ain’t checkers, it’s chess with the greats,

Every move calculated, sealing your fate.

Checkmate moves, no time to think,

Get a board or sink in my sea of ink.

Goat King rules, no pawns allowed,

Bow to the crown or fade in the crowd.

Beastie with the bars, sabotage your whole scheme,

I’m the king of the board, you’re a pawn in the dream.

DMC precision, slicing beats with the blade,

Your rhymes fade to black, I’m the light that invades.

I’m a poet with a purpose, your flow just drifts,

I build empires, you scribble small gifts.hold up wait a minute listen up while I switch shit up on y'all a south paw with rebellion swagger

Sticky sweet lies drip from your candy-coated throne,

Got sugar in your veins but your heart’s all stone.

Claim the crown, but your kingdom’s hollow,

Empty echo chambers where the sheep just follow.

Puppeteer strings tangled, marionette regret,

I’m the wolf at the gate, you ain’t met me yet.

Repellent swagger, keep your flavor fake,

808 booms make your candy walls shake.

You ain’t built for the dirt, you just play the part,

Blues in my blood, rebellion in my heart.

You floss in the mirror, but the cracks don’t lie,

Polished on the surface, but your soul’s run dry.

Spit molasses rhymes, syrup slow, no bite,

I’m the shadow in the south, bring the truth to light.

Dirty kicks on the ground, stomp the gloss off your shine,

Got mud on my boots, but the throne’s still mine.

Your empire melts, cotton candy collapse,

I’m the southern storm, no shelter, no maps.

Midwest blues fuse with dirty south thunder,

You a sugar rush crash, I’m a force to plunder.

Repellent swagger, keep your flavor fake,

808 booms make your candy walls shake.

You ain’t built for the dirt, you just play the part,

Blues in my blood, rebellion in my heart.

Gritty, grimy, sticky, slimy,

Truth cuts deeper than your candy-coated timing.

Repellent to your shine, ‘cause the shine ain’t real,

808-heavy, this the dirt you feel.