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aeronautics - consciousness on consciousness lyrics

[verse 1]
f-ck the blueprint, hov named his alb-m after my birth
i remain frank and in sense, they donate divine myrrh
amusement park rappers wear fur, i wear fur and tote a chauffeur
let off steam via roller flows liquidating puts them on coasters
words stirring and the verdict is i kerb stomp
curtain the slack who are axed, kicked, with antiques cause i heard stomp
me, wallace and the rat pack, have one recurring occurrence
the word ‘great/grate’, and you rappers on a close shave to the cerebellum
these rappers try to prove that they’re a man like tyke tiler
their fire transcribed compiled by five more writers while im a compiler
had a writer’s block, chipped it off clean like tiger woods met mike myers
now i’m the block’s finest, an ace, no joker, an ogre, you -sses my sides
i’m sidereal, an imperial pioneer, raise rappers in my sky yard
write rhymes in fine line, hard
to decipher, my cypher colder than the latitude i’ll represent
said i wanted numbers on the boards, but this ain’t what i meant

[break]

[verse 2]
f-ck it continue, as i insist upon imposing imp-sses
and hazards, simple rap actors backpack backwards, frantic
the heat increases like speeds and your illiteracy
but still critically your cross-referencing cross-examination now visions of me
dropping conscious shit, well here’s some for ya
how many hors d’oeuvres and whores before the aura is a hoarder?
how many aeronautical antics, before the dawn of aurora
exploring, exploiting the clouds, a c-mulonimbus?
hard to storm, when impatience got the posh english impish
because implementing afro centric business certifies your imprint
instead of making lords leap like i shot em with a 9 on christmas
dismissed, though its laced with lyrics like ribbons upon my deftness
that’s a messed up hierarchy, i’m stuck in the nether
fools wanna revolt, but can’t even spell ‘marx’ or ‘mandela’
i’ve made my point, now aeronautics is starting his ascent
yeah i wanted numbers on the boards, but this ain’t what i meant

- aeronautics lyrics

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