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Goat
713
Hip-Hop/Rap
Goat was released on November 30, 2017 by Black Magik & Cambatta as a part of the album The Holy Ghost - EP
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Release DateNovember 30, 2017
LabelBlack Magik & Cambatta
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

Lyrics

Chyeah
Black Magik
God
Holy Ghost
Lord
Chyeah
Batta
Orgasmic, order more acid
More than four tablets, portal door passage
Born before mortal war happened
We were lords way before we were poor black men
Now we like Katherine, only having four Jacksons
Sword of pure magic, slaughter four dragons
Heat like corduroy fabric, door to door tactics
Easy like tortoise on boarded floor back spins
Rapping, like the man that created it and I just play with it
Shine radiant, raising it, Sun bathe in it
Voice tone sharper than razor tip
When I aim it at megaliths make 'em raise and lift
You can't relate to this
Even if you paint a pic of me and you and somehow make the faces switch
I like to babysit, throne made of baby skin
Donated by natives that procreate in sin
They gon' need to raise the rim
They gon' need a cage in that gymnasium
I play to win, Wilt still Chamberlain
Put the globe on my middle finger and made it spin
They gon' need to raise the rim
They gon' need a cage in that gymnasium
I play to win, Wilt still Chamberlain
Even Damien and Satan is afraid of him
I heard the devil's Tasmanian
Raps made him spin, fast, vast hailing winds
Abstract radiance
Underneath my crack cranium is gas radium
Hash Cascadian, cash cascading in
At the end of the movie the crack baby wins
Pack track stadiums
Clap, clap, praising him
Tap that waitress have crack crab eggs for him
Snap, snap, make it quick
Half black alien, Hazmat came for him
Either black bag or the lab rat cage for him
Never had dad pass bad so I stayed within
Blaming the nation that systematically disabled him
They gon' need to raise the rim
They gon' need a cage in that gymnasium
I play to win, Wilt still Chamberlain
Put the globe on my middle finger and made it spin
They gon' need to raise the rim
They gon' need a cage in that gymnasium
I play to win, Wilt still Chamberlain
Even Damien and Satan is afraid of him
Mighty morphing
Tribe of five combining forces
I'm the sixth hidden white tiger swordsman
Tried to warn 'em, I ride upon 'em, I'm final horseman
When I die I'll return again, I'm a lifeaholic
I'm leaving a grave that you can't find a corpse in
It's quite exhausting like George's and Ali's fight with Foreman
What if black Madonna would've tried abortion?
The Sun'll still come out, tiny child orphan
Horus, my magnetic field's a giant torus
Lord is high as Dionysus when his wine is pouring
Quiet talking, I'm selling loud at a silent auction
Light absorbing, I shine enormous as wife of Norbit
Burn a bridge and rebuild it back 'cause I stride across it
Rate the coordinates that can put a satelite in orbit
Memory is storage for my eye recorders
I upload it, no wires, my psychic mind is cordless
They gon' need to raise the rim
They gon' need a cage in that gymnasium
I play to win, Wilt still Chamberlain
Put the globe on my middle finger and made it spin
They gon' need to raise the rim
They gon' need a cage in that gymnasium
I play to win, Wilt still Chamberlain
Even Damien and Satan is afraid of him
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