GOATMODE (Capricorn Born)

Ayy… Capricorn born in the cold-ass pain,

Turned to a beast, now I stomp that lane.

Fur all black with a bloodstained fang,

GOAT don’t talk, he just muthafuckin’ bang.

(Skrrt) Yeah. (Boom) Yeah. Cold month birth, breath smoke in the air, Didn’t cry, I snarled, lil’ demon stare, Doctor said, “Shit, he ain’t right,”

Mama held death in a baby that night.

January child with the soul of war,

Heart like steel, I was born hardcore,

Got left on read, then shipped to deploy,

Came back less man, more god-destroy.

Fur grow in, pain get dense,

Jaw lock tight with that goat suspense,

Eyes turn red like vengeance bled,

Every thought in my skull got enemies dead.

Black horns curl like I twist fate’s path,

When I move, whole world feel wrath,

I don’t climb—I conquer slopes, Every step I take got crushed-up hopes. Goat mod, bitch, I’m on that now,

Cap sign born, I don’t fuck with the crowd. Fur like smoke, eyes like flame,

Talk real slick and I burn your name.

Goatmode, don’t need no chain,

Horns like swords when I charge that brain.

Blood in the snow, ice in my breath,

Capricorn step mean I flirt with death.

(Yuh) Goatmode, goatmode, GOATMODE, hoe

(Skrrt) I ain’t man no more—I’m the myth they know. (Brrrah) Tat my face in the stars like woah,

Cap-born king, now the legends grow.

Trap God form when the horns extend,

This ain’t no cap, I don’t flex—I end.

Ripped that laurel from a titan’s skull,

Now I wear death like a platinum pull.

Say my sign wrong? Your life get taxed,

Tattoo of a goat with the soul of facts.

I was made from ice, pain, and flame,

And I spit like a myth with a bloodstained name.

Don’t talk stars if your fate ain’t clean,

I rewrite time with a Capricorn scheme.

Cap in my blood, cap in my veins,

Cap on my chest when I ghost these lames.

Red eyes locked like I’m crossin’ planes,

Snapped in two but I love them chains,

Now I wear ’em like jewels in the trap,

’Cause my trauma made me king, that’s facts.

Cap-cap-cap… I’m the mountain rage,

Goat don’t beg, he break that cage,

Lickin’ my lips when the stars go black,

Blood on my tongue when I spit these facts.

(Mmm) Fangs out, I’m a legend bled,

(Yeah) Goatmode in my fuckin’ head,

(Boom) Every sin that I ever fed,

Came back now and they beggin’ bread.

Look in my face—see myth, not man,

Capricorn soul with a warlord plan.

Step in my space, get stomped in flame,

I don’t aim low—I end whole games.

Fur all black like the smoke I breathe,

Spit like lava ‘cause of pain beneath,

My girl left, now the goat woke up,

Now I cut fate with a diamond cut.

They pray to God—I am that shift,

That red-eye goat with the silent drift.

I don’t need wings—I climb, then leap,

Land on your dreams with the weight of grief.

They soft with it—I talk to storms,

They flex with cash—I flex with horns.

They pop pills just to numb the break,

I eat pain like a fuckin’ steak.

Goatmode, bitch, I’m on that now,

Cap sign born, I don’t fuck with the crowd.

Fur like smoke, eyes like flame,

Stay systematic