GOAT FARM

writting from the cab, spitting in my boots **🔥 "Little Battle from Little Italy" 🔥** *(Intro - spoken with heavy bass hit)* Yo! Straight outta the block where the sauce is thick... Little Battle comin' through, Little Italy shit! **Chorus (Hype - crowd chant energy):** Little Battle from Little Italy! Red sauce drippin', but the flow is killer, G! Bricks in the bag, but we buildin' empires, see? From the corner store to the top, that's the prophecy! Little Battle! (Battle!) Little Italy! (Italy!) Hands up high if you feelin' this energy! We don't fold, we multiply, legacy! Little Battle from Little Italy — victory! **Verse 1:** Born in the shadows where the cannoli's sweet, But the streets got teeth, turn beef into elite. Grandma's basement, plot twists in the pasta pot, Now I'm stormin' stages, givin' opps the "pasta" shot. Marble in my veins, marble floors in the future, Little Italy warrior, suit tailored by the shooter. They said "small time," I said "watch the climb," Turned breadcrumbs to breadcrumbs of empires in due time. Espresso shots, double the adrenaline, Every bar I spit got the whole block tremblin'. From the fire escapes to the billboards glowin', Little Battle risin' — the whole world's knowin'! **Chorus** **Verse 2:** Knuckle up, it's a Little Battle every day, Fam at the table, but the wolves come out to play. Garlic on my breath, but the breath control crazy, Flow so Italian, even the haters call me "baby." We flip the script like nonna flip the pizza dough, Turn nothin' into somethin' — that's the code we know. Ferrari red like the sauce when it splash, Little Italy legend, put my city on the map! No cap, all facts, bloodline full of fighters, We eat good, sleep good, wake up as the lighters. They want the smoke? We servin' osso buco heat, Little Battle forever — undefeated on these beats! **Outro (ad-libs over fading beat):** Little Battle! From the block to the sky! Little Italy stand up — WHOA! We don't stop... sauce never dry... Hah! Let's go! ---