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aeronautics – who? lyrics

[verse]
now riddle me this: who the foundations? who you build upon?
who combines brains, charm, wit, lyricism and brawn?
who arranges women so they all get a look in, am i a florist?
who, if to be taken away or to falter, would make the whole scene abolished?
who’s on this, got the whole metropolis, calling him a misogynist
robbing this, from doctor’s in hospices, barbaric, but f-ck it he’s prominent
he flips on tracks, every day except the day of the shrove
you ain’t heard a full alb-m by him yet, but still they’re considering monuments
who remembers from a while back of dreams of fleeing to la?
taking a beauty from down the street, her name? something french, like, le
j’adore toi, et tu adores moi, she was telling a li
or was that an li? no telling so now i, get to the meat of the pie
drop it lo, h-llo! not too long before lu
v was engaged, into the v i made way
who brings caves? quick apology to haiti
a thousand other’s hate me, but they’re tryna prove they’re a man, tyke tiler
and while on the subject of plays
who spits oh so spiteful? like a mixture of grimer
fused with shakespeare’s iago, fused with alvin marsh
after downing a bottle, fused with mr.mercedes
when im hitting full throttle, set fire to the hotel
and then fuse the nozzle, of extinguishers to the wall
watch these f*ckboys get swallowed, but let’s talk ‘bout my literature
readers see me role model, accept writer of the year
authors see me as apostle…
who the don, dictator and dada, the black sheep, baba?
loves substances, spray cans and sex, f-cking boom-de-yada
who still k!lls 10 minutes with the simplest rhyme scheme?
who entered the hierarchy at the age of 14?
who wields a gat without a flame or pyro mask?
but still sparks emit like the same day that fawkes is burnt in ash
who got philosophers calling him an interesting specimen
who k!lls rappers with their freestyles oh so scripted, wrestling
now you could be straight outta compton, 88
my radio makes me write my own adventures, dinner plate
coz fish is my favourite dish with my knife, fork and dentures
full i paid, coz i made funky sh*t like murik.k.k
swoop forward to 94, still at it, was illmatic
saw love in soul food, no material or real plastic
had multiple theories on people’s travels, composed a score
on maybe we’re all aliens from the south, there was no north!
people had doubt, maybe it was reasonable
but it was like me against the world and their people
unleashed their liquid swords, me and my cuban linx fled
until 1999 when i was born again!
lets bring it to the modern day…
past gangstas and cabaret… where i
dropped out of college and did the wrote this show, got that pay
broke the mainstream some time, but there was no said date
honestly my phrenology was just so ahead of this time
people cherished like they do good food & wine
or liquor, until the 10s my wealth grew bigger
snowball effect, went from forest drive to a mansion and a benz
each m.a.a.d city i’d collect, all around the atlas and back
my wardrobe oh so designer, oh yes i run them jewels fast
to whatever year this comes out, this is just a nod to past
to whatever year this come out, still here i cheer and i stand
to let y’all know that im the next on the throne, the one man
who can contest with the greats, even on pussy and smack
now through this whole d-mn song, i’ve been asking y’all who?
the only rapper still remaining who shocks you
crops you in more ways than one, to get the best shot
or when you’re in the sun, bringing production and profit
it’s me, and my new alb-m
you already bought it
throwing me hate like evasive screwb-lls
i already caught it

- aeronautics lyrics

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