[Intro]
Thinking like the Kemet — papyrus maps in my palm,
Sun-boat pilot through the Milky Way, steady and calm.
Unconscious to conscious — that shift in my sound,
Reflect where I'm at, feet on Earth, head outta bound.
[Verse 1]
Here in the physical — clay and bone reframe the plot,
Take shape from no form, break the mold, call it a shot.
I weathered every storm, ledger torn but still I jot,
Symbols on the margin — ankh and scarab in my thought.
I fold the Nile into my rhythm, tide guides my bars,
Papyrus maps to constellations, reading all the scars.
From shadow to sunrise, I rewrite what I was taught,
No more sleepwalkin' — wakeful steps, tighten up the walk.
Cosmic cartographer, I trace star-wrinkles in my palm,
Kemetic mnemonic — memory's calm, then alarm.
I move like a barque on a ribbon of dark, cut through harm,
Origin in the sand and the sky — I double-arm my charm.
[Pre-Chorus]
I was driftin', I was hollow — now I frame the frame,
From unconscious echoes to a ledger with my name.
Short breath, longer reach — shift the lens, change the aim,
Hear the chorus come alive — it's the fire that I claim.
[Chorus - Hook (call & response)]
From formless to formed — Kemet-born, star-scorched, reborn! (Kemet-born!)
From formless to formed — Kemet-born, star-scorched, reborn! (Star-scorched!)
I map the cosmos on my chest — my orbit's lit, I wear the night like light,
Travel Milky Way and back — grounded soul, uplifted sight.
[Verse 2]
Lost: my voice in the static — a city of sand swallowed sound,
Lost: a name on burner-paper when the floods came down.
Gained: the code in the glyphs, lotus open under ground,
Gained: a sun-boat steering me — I heard the inner crown.
There was a moment — waking in a temple, incense and chime,
I heard an old chant split the dark — time cleaved into rhyme.
The scarab rolled the shame away, the ibis drew the line,
Awakening like dawn on a pyramid, I sign my time.
Stakes were flesh and memory; I paid in nights and loss,
But currency turned to light when I crossed that inner cross.
Punchline — I was no-form, now norm; I perform, I transform,
A Kemet-born platform, star-scorch armor in the storm.
[Pre-Chorus]
This is fitness of spirit — breath in, set the form,
From the river to the galaxy, I craft the storm.
Short preface to the chorus — lift it, let it swarm,
Call the chorus back again — feel the nucleus warm.
[Chorus - Hook (call & response)]
From formless to formed — Kemet-born, star-scorched, reborn! (Kemet-born!)
From formless to formed — Kemet-born, star-scorched, reborn! (Star-scorched!)
I map the cosmos on my chest — my orbit's lit, I wear the night like light,
Travel Milky Way and back — grounded soul, uplifted sight.
[Bridge]
Papyrus maps, obsidian edges, I cut through the noise,
Sun-boat swinging comet tails, I reclaim my voice.
Internal rhyme like temple chimes — rhythm holds the poise,
I build a body from a song — flesh, breath, and choice.
Call-response: "Kemet!" — echo off the vault of stars,
Return to soil with star