BECOME THE GOAT

Yeah…I was born in the winterYeah…

I was born in the winter where the cold got fangs,

Capricorn soul with them warhorn bangs,

Tat my sign in the smoke, no shame,

Goat with the blood drippin’ out the fangs.

Black goat head, eyes lit like sin,

Red pupils screamin’ like the devil’s kin,

Twisted horns got that spiral grip,

Like I clawed outta Hell just to run this script.

That’s me—Cap king, born of storm and grind,

See that laurel curve? That’s the war I climbed,

Every leaf a body, every branch a fight,

I don’t pray to stars, bitch, I be the night.

Fur like smoke, mane sharp as daggers,

Teeth lookin’ hungry, jaw lock like hammers,

Blood drip venom with the frozen stare,

You ain’t seen rage ‘til you seen me there.

This ain’t no barnyard beast, I’m divine and brutal,

Rip a myth in half like my pain is crucial,

This goat got trauma etched in his skull,

Turn your Zodiac soft boy squad to skulls.

I’m the GOAT with the blood in my grin,

Capricorn born, let the chaos begin,

Twist them horns when I push through sins,

God ain’t real when the goat walks in.

I’m the beast in the frost, the king of the climb,

Bleedin’ war out my jaw like it’s ritual time,

That image ain’t ink—bitch, that’s me in a frame,

Say my sign wrong, I’ll rewrite your name.

Peep the laurel—nah, that’s a death crown,

Every leaf fell from a king I put down,

Wrapped ‘round my neck like my sins got roots,

I ain’t just climbin’, I’m crushin’ these boots.

You see smoke? That’s my breath in war,

I don’t exhale peace, I was bred for gore,

Red in my eyes like Mars got lost,

Built from pain, born to pay the cost.

That image is me in eternal form,

Frozen moment of a Capricorn storm,

Old soul in a savage coat,

God whispered once, then I slit that throat.

My horns ain’t just curl—they plot like chess,

Every turn I take, I break what’s next,

You pray to angels? I grind on bone,

I’m the last breath heard before fate gets known.

I don’t need a season, I’m timeless,

I don’t need a cross, I’m righteous,

Capricorn soul, born lawless,

I don’t walk—I haunt shit.Zoom in on the snarl, you’ll see my scars,

See each fang shaped like a fallen star,

See my tongue flick cold like a venomous oath,

And them eyes? That’s a soul you don’t provoke.

No collar, no leash, no herd to claim,

I walk solo through the ice and flame,

Mind like a minefield, heart like a tomb,

When I think, nations get consumed.

You hear bleats—I spit prophecy,

Every drip from my jaw a catastrophe,

That ain’t water—it’s the blood of the fake,

That’s years of silence that I finally break.

I don’t fit the Zodiac—I redefined it,

Broke constellations then redesigned it,

You throw shade at Caps? We absorb that hate,

Then hand it back as your final fate.

I’m the GOAT with the rage in my breath,

Cap sign born but I flex like death,

Twist them horns like I bend your fate,

Grind through the cold with a warlord’s gait.

Drippin’ truth from the mouth of the beast,

Capricorn reign—let the fakes deceased,

Tat dah image in your-mind of the weak Staying systematic