9 Ether Killah Priest & True Master

My microphone made from the unknown, Attila the Hun bones
Six hundred souls enclosed in gold
I expose the scrolls of Anu and the seven headed dragon final blow
I sit with the sun disk
In my midst none exist
Alone and I question this:
How could the ocean not be absorbed, filled with millions of sponge fish?
Never tongue-twist or bite it when I spit
Dogs with deer ticks
A house fly that’s outside
Language, weird tricks
Horus bat falcon
Grasshopper mouse hide
Some man from Nazareth cross all the emerald tablets of Thoth
Killed Jesus, let Barabbas walk
Take the body down, wrap him in cloth
None godly found, pack him in salt
Bones frail, holy grail, Mary Magdalene bought
She showed support since he was thrown to the court
Time to abort
Black astronaut
Last of Ma’at
Hourglass turn to the top
While she sand drop
My rhymes are photos of the Nommos
Wide lips, broad nose
Saw the ancient world then I foreclosed
Lost souls
Here’s more flows for you to hold
As I appear above your skull like the dove and UFO