Two Horns

Ojini
Yeah
See, most of y’all niggas know
That you can’t get close
Unless you’re
Bringing me roses
Put them up to my nose, and
Yes we
Out in the field
And we doing the most
It’s another
Day in the life
Of a couple of goats
Gon’ be a cold night
Grab an extra layer of clothes
Niggas wanna pick a bone
But I leave ‘em exposed
I got two horns
But I can’t toot my own horn, no?
Just another day in the life of a goat

Yeah
Your kings on Herod level
Plot against the Messiah and lose
Must be why my comebacks
Always sound to them likе bad news
Mistake me for a vеgetarian at your own risk
Zero tolerance for beef
But come for me or one of mines
I’m all up on you like SARS
When they spot a tattoo
Taboo thoughts on my mind when I spot the opps
Call the shots and I call a massacre
Call the cops
It’s broad daylight
No covert ops
My growth unorthodox
To walk at this pace, man
It takes some running costs
A whole Pandora’s box
A gift and a curse
Glasshouse boys
You can’t get away with smaller rocks
You’re clowns with monologues
Ha
It’s too big
It’s too strong
She says it won’t fit
Could be my ego or my dick, take your pick
Either way I want it stroked
Feed me carrots, fuck sticks
I went full circle
From idolizing the legends
To trading bars with the legends
That’s how a goat do
Niggas hate my guts when I make them cut the cheque
Nigga you’re outta privileges
Pay me like you’re supposed to
Medicine in the candy
Yahooboy Muzik, Indaboskee
I made you get the message
That’s how a goat do
Grown ass niggas spilling hate on Twitter
Like they just approaching adolescence
Fucking trolls, hmm

Class is permanent
I’m from the school of classics baby
Your faves are two faced
But I never let that shit faze me
Vic-O flows
But you act like the raps is Jay-Z
You’re always donkey of the day
If you ask us daily
You really believe they’re better than me?
That’s it maybe
Or this pandemic got you niggas
Acting batshit crazy
Who’s your goat?
Tell them to face the truth
I outrank ‘em
These motherfuckers can’t even lace my boots
When I hang ‘em
I’m the hangman
You try to escape the noose and get tangled
They should fall on their knees
And just pray to Zeus
Why’re they standing?
I came to expose false goats to the sheep
I was made for this shit
My pulse goes with the beat
Also I defeat them
Also when they meet me, they all ghost
Hit me with false hope and deceit
Fuck the culture, all your goats are insecure
Fake love and compliments
Nothing I ain’t seen before
I feel warm handshakes get cold on my skin
Like metal
They pretending to be angels
But they sin like devils
Local league niggas act like they’ll win five trebles
Emeka Ike but their shoulder be on Jim Iyke levels
Those your goats?
Emeka Ike but their shoulder be on Jim Iyke levels
Those your goats?

I go by the name of Kel, and uh…
Goat shit
In and out of control shit
They trying to put me in a corner
I drop that dope shit
This ain’t no hoe shit
No touch your toes shit
Call me J on a holiday
Fuck that woke shit
You thirsty?
Chug from my oasis
Look at their faces
Catch fades and cases
So they can spit through the wire
Like they got braces
And I ain’t got no desire
To be in your Twitter spaces
Riddle me this, riddle me that
Who you gon’ call to light up a track?
Who’s a class act, got so much back
And guarantees to throw it down like that
Haha
My worst days
Would have your best ways pop
It’s all rays when the competition don’t drop
It’s your girl Kel staying high up on your list
I’ve been gone for a minute
And I know that I was missed
Your girl fine with the right attitude
I’m such a dime
You can hashtag mood
Eat these dudes up
They identify as food
Excuse me sir
I don’t mean to be rude
Ha, I’m not saying I’ll upgrade you
But your life would be better
Like I made you
Brand new
FYI, I don’t mean to be modest
You best recognise
You’re in the presence of a goddess

Most of y’all niggas know
That you can’t get close
Unless you’re
Bringing me roses
Put them up to my nose, and
Yes we
Out in the field
And we doing the most
It’s another
Day in the life
Of a couple of goats
Gon’ be a cold night
Grab an extra layer of clothes
Niggas wanna pick a bone
But I leave ‘em exposed
I got two horns
But I can’t toot my own horn, no?
Just another day in the life of a goat

Ojini…
Uh…
Let’s end debates
The end justify the means
My end would be the pearly gates
God's engineering
Even when they try to bend the stakes
I'm bending hoes, spending cake
For times that I barely ate
Set it straight or set it off
Like Queen Latifah's braids
Serenades for seven days
Laid back as they feed me grapes
For every time I came home
To beans in my dinner plate
Been on a heatwave for so long
I felt the fever break
Oops...
Fuck your streaming apps
Music is my soul
Subscribe to my beating heart
See what I see
My eyes are HDR screens
Push the play button
Listen to my blood stream
My brain is a pod
Podcasting these life scenes
My pain can be yours
Connect to my live stream
The accuracy of my algorithm is frightening
Nine hundred bucks a pop
They selling you pipe dreams
Uh…
Only premium brands hit my organs
Thinking about what the game did to Cynthia Morgan
But I give myself a pat on the back
Back to my day shift
Even Mohits and D’Banj couldn't make Kay switch
I could go longer but Alpha would rather break beats
I could go dumber and give you fuckers a brain split
Give a fuck about what your fave spit
Putting out trash
And try to compensate it with playlists
Man, fuck this shit