The GOAT Chronicles

Jayson the name, crown heavy on my mane,

Swagger sharp enough to carve initials in the grain.

Goat status, pastures ain't the same,

I graze on legends, chew the myth, spit the remains.

Bigger than the rumors, louder than the claims,

Rhymebook pages scorching, torching every lane.

Walk in my kicks, ankles snap under the strain,

Got the globe on my shoulders, call it weight of the fame.

I’m the GOAT, yeah, you know it,

Crown so bright, every hater gotta show it.

Say my name, let it echo, don’t blow it—

Jayson, the kingpin, I’m the poet.

Flow fluid, bend rivers, split oceans in two,

Ego so colossal, even shadows can't move.

Horns pierce the heavens, sky bleeds royal blue,

Every verse a scripture, they pray when I spew.

Whip through the city, chrome kissing the asphalt,

Pen venomous, lines sting with the bass vault.

Pocket full of commas, I’m the walking bank vault,

Rappers running scared, can’t outrun their own faults.

Jayson in the mirror, that's the only rival,

Every bar a sermon, these rhymes turn to bibles.

Haters in the crowd, but they still quote my titles,

The GOAT in the flesh, my reign’s undeniable.