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** it he's prominent He flips on tracks, every day except the day of the shrove You ain't heard a full album 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, hello! 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 s**, f**ing boom-de-yada Who still k**s 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**s 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 j**els 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 p**y and smack Now through this whole damn 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 album You already bought it Throwing me hate like evasive screwballs I already caught it