| My hair is Nu, my face is Ra
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| My eyes are Hathor, but worlds apart
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| I brush my teeth with lotus leaves
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| You can feel me in the room like Nefertiti
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| Feeding from my root, yeah, milk and honey from the titty
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| Sweetest fruit you ever knew, the magic flows so deeply
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| To every breath, every thought I throw
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| My secret’s in Rosetta’s stone
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| So who is to know where the story goes?
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| It’s all in the mind and I rule my own
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| 'Cause I have power in my arms, power in my legs
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| Power in my mouth, power in my imperfections that make me
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| A power in my knowledge, power in the magic I do, uh
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| I’m grown from earth, I fell from the sky
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| I’m in your water, I’m a butterfly
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| I’m every color, so many sides
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| And choosing what I show you is my delight
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| My power’s in my subconscious believin'
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| Who I be, and what I do, is down to what I’m weavin'
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| Think it through, is to think it true
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| So when they start to doubt, just ask
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| «What would Cleopatra do?»
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| And she would say
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| Who is to know where your story goes?
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| It’s all in the mind and I will rule my own
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| 'Cause I have power in my arms, power in my legs
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| Power in my mouth, power in my imperfections that make me
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| Power in my knowledge, power in the magic I do
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| So if this life isn’t bringing me down
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| I think bright, these words like a mantra I found
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| That I have power in my arms, power in my legs
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| Power in my mouth, power in my imperfections that make me
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| Power in the things I know, yeah yeah |