Ptah, that’s my name,

I’m the grandest of the rappers and I got a big game.

 

Once, I made things just by speaking

Before the coming of the OG Philly.

But now I make rhymes like a king,

Sprouting as the buds on a lyrical lily.

 

Music may not be my forte,

I am the god of creators after all,

Yet if I can make the world just by thought, hey

Why can’t I play the music to the point I don’t appall?

 

Well, if you tell me that my verse is full of bull,

It is, ‘cause my ba is the swanky Apis Bull.

Holy cow, literally, divinity in a bull

When his mom got struck by lighting, man, she didn’t need no bull.

 

I used to open mouths beside Osiris,

Granting or denying passage, are you worthy of A’aru?

But now I’m closing mouths for you, miss,

‘Cause your drool is sure to inundate Peru.

 

I know you think my style is a mood,

Rocking my buddy’s backbone on my front.

An ankh in my hand: to your life I am no crude.

And a single was-sy was-aton to proclaim I am no runt.

 

Well, it’s time for me to head out, ladies and gents,

I love the reception y’alls gave me tonight

But if the Assyrians hassle for some cents,

I’ll send the rats to give their bowstrings a bite.

 

One more time, folks.

Let’s finish this how we started it.

 

Ptah, that’s my name.

I’m the grandest of the rappers and I’ve brought the big game.