[Verse 1: Aeronautics]
Giza reveres, his godly blood, he stand atop his pyramid of numbers
Andromeda, speeding to your Way, as you watching like an omnibus
Power appeared from smoke, like dynamo atop the structure
Hope the fire doesn't rupture
The architecture he clambers against, built from arrogance and abhorrence
Watch them rappers crowd below, but he don't need no parapets
He should probably inspire more, blab and battle less
But it's rap so let's, test music harder than Rag Desh
Emitting what trapped civilians and maddened victims envision
Man transitions the madvillain into a fad million
Made a k**ing, but so far to go though
He's a slouched back king, still opposite to Quasimodo
Rap is as he lives and breathes, weaving and dipping through jazz and trap
But packed with toxicity, needs catalysts to turn it back
Marked an insomniac, never far from the pad
The verbosity to quickly make them respond and react
Its amazing how years in, the Roots still growing
Ha, I suppose they ain't so phototropic
Well that makes sense, cause hey, they rising down
And the fickle flickers from Jehovah to Lucifer got the sicker sound
The fruits of his labour from an Archipelago, dressed like Eden
He went Iago, flexed his reason
With no gavel, with no demons
Just a journal, tryna purge y'all
But all that turns is seven circles and Vergil
They say that power is all he need, got no morals to the creed
But he prefers Al Mualim to Ali G
By the dawn that he's falling to Rest in Peace
I've laid my seed, my trainees will reminisce over me
All the way to Mecca, or all the way down
Through my rhymes, did my love for God always resound...
"I came, I saw, I conquered, hey, I shot you down"..