[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
The living king with silver wings
While writing I saw the beginning of all things, a void
Within black noise of chaos
A asteroid before cave art was read like the tabloids
I exist in the midst of the black sun
My strength was maximum
Space caused the holes to collapse in ‘em
My atomic weight in mass was tons
Where the noble race in math was won
Created out of shining diamonds
From a teardrop from the eye of Osiris
Then vibrated out of night while rhyming
My microphone came out a spiraling cone
Holy tablets on stonеs
Bibles formed into a throne
As I sat down my hat turnеd into a crown
The noble is home

[Verse 2: True Master]
It’s the return of the Asiatic nobles
Original globals
True Master, a.k.a. Quetzalcoatl
A.k.a. the feathered serpent
Venetian speaking
The Persian maritime merchants
First to circumnavigate the globe and study the micro as we strolled in our holy robes
So as far as the story is told
The sun never set on our ancient empires of old
We came from a massive star out in the universe
Invisible to the naked eye for you on earth
But the star known as the home of the seven is companion to the brightest luminary in the night heaven
In the region of Canis Major, none is brighter
To always serve is a reminder of who we are and what we came to do
Yes, the myths of Heru were true, Master knew
It was now time to renew
While Saturn, Jupiter and Pluto all aligned in plain view
The nobles are home