[Verse]
Sands whisper secrets, hieroglyphic scrolls,
Musa moves wisdom through the Nile's old folds.
Crown of papyrus, sandals touch gold,
World explorer, stories never get told.
He bends wood grain, turns it divine,
Old into new, every line refined.
Guided missiles in his mind's design,
Crafting futures, no limit to his time.
[Chorus]
King Priest Musa, legend untamed,
From the pyramids to skies, his name engraved.
Renew the broken, the past reclaimed,
King Priest Musa, the world he changed.
[Verse 2]
Maps in his head, compass in his veins,
Crossing borders, breaking old chains.
From Cairo to the Andes, he’s leaving stains,
Knowledge eternal, running through his reigns.
Sanding down sorrow, polishing pain,
Laminates the truth, the raw remains.
Artifacts of tomorrow, he sustains,
Artful with his hands, his legacy ingrains.
[Prechorus]
Guided by stars, tools in his grip,
Building empires, let the cosmos rip.
Priest of the people, wisdom his ship.