Aeronautics - Consciousness on Consciousness lyrics

[Verse 1] f** the blueprint, Hov named his album 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 a**es 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** it continue, as I insist upon imposing impa**es 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 sh**, well here's some for ya How many hors d'oeuvres and who*es before the aura is a hoarder? How many aeronautical antics, before the dawn of aurora Exploring, exploiting the clouds, a cumulonimbus? 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