It's Tutankhamun bowing down to no man
Got a beautiful Queen one of the few chosen
She slowly toastin' coastin' smooth coatin'
Her beautiful brain with out a polish I acknowledge
Game players spectators all the way to haters
They can't stop me or drop me lyrically
I set em up to the death monopoly cleverly  
Invoke the goetias around me lay my altar
Play repeats of Freddie's gilbraltor tappin' into my lost culture hidden by these vultures

Outside under the tree shade
Sitting on the porch
The wind whispers calmly
Dark clouds in the distance
Grasping a tender loving hand
At peace with a loved one
Together awaiting the storm

it's only for a moment
that they lay there
in the light of your agony
sensing for a brief click in time
the solemn dark halls
where you now reside
a touch of hands
a tear wiped away
a painfully strained invite to call
and when the final rights
the final grains of dirt
seal your final day
my soul goes with you
and it shall be no more than my mortal coil
they bid farewell
when my final breath is spent