Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mohamed El Aasar
Songwriter
Lyrics
Son of Pharaoh, scheming
Feels like it's Ancient Egypt
But they were more like Demons
More like the face of evil
Being watched by the Eye of Hurus
Underworld, where Osiris holds em
Wasn't made just to follow orders
See I'm ready for the Bull, no Turus
Helios, Ra, the sun betrothed them
The Pharoahs died in graves with fortunes
Worshipped the gold cos the greed controlled them
Every single one of them fallen like Moses told em
Way before the Greeks, and Romans
The Egyptians ruled the borders
Deep in the tombs all the demons haunted
Now it's taken your sons and daughters
Took us back to the birth of black magic
The first iteration what we call Satanic
The telecom static, hear mystical fabrics
I try analyse, mind gets erratic
The memory fragments, all vague and damaged
They pump our bodies with pills and plastic
Derange the masses, with too much baggage
Like a 29 yr old woman unmarried
Yeah, yeah
Who you think taught Pythagoras?
I learn from the original ones who established it
In my polymath phase it's challenging
But I'm still managing, Mourinho back in Milan again
Pep back in Catalan again
I'm ice cold where most would panic
It's like I wear the black gloves back in Paris
I marshall the troops like my last name Mathers
Double the M's cos my net worth flatters
I pull out the cards like Inspector Gadget
I pay for the tab with my Platinum Amex
All blacked out whips in my future garage
I research the world like I'm back in Alex
Before the library burned, it's tragic
The history damaged, ablaze abandoned
The wisdom lost in flames and ashes
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