If she could be Muse to the Pharaoh Then one day she might be Queen If like Sheba, she then could bring presents and wine The helix he might get between them In other words, intertwine With the ebony and milk of her thighs If she could be Muse and let him decide Perhaps she'll let him decide
If she could be Muse to the Pharaoh, There is nothing he wouldn't give her see For the future of the nation rests in her belly And if the Proverbs of the thirty one and verse ten Becomes the verse she sings again and again She might be Queen
Take a load off, sweetie darling Let me run agenda through you're hair There's so much information for the next generation Who's gonna drop it if you're not there?
And whether the enemy makes a run on the palace Or whether the enemy does not, The children will be laced with the protection of the word of God The opposite of NATO is OTAN And if the number thirteen is such a bad luck number When there's no such thing as luck Then the berries, talons, arrows and stars Are all superstitions, what the
Get busy big baby 'cause when them devil come Dem devil come dressed as light Maybe they goin' fool the untrained mind But nobody eye know gon' bite
Like a thief in the night My Lord come and strike Leave nothing but ashes to the left, dust to the right Holocaust aside, many lived and died But when all truth is told Would you rather be dead or be sold?
Sold to the one who can now mate the displaced bloodline with the white jail bait.
Thinkin' like the keys on Prince's piano will be just fine
So there it is, for all to see Now what's beyond you and me Depends my friends primarily On how you view you're role in Eternity
If she could be Muse to the Pharoah One day she might be Queen