Not Now, Tut Poem by Mason Maestro

Pharaoh, king we've got to get on them upstream
Got to compete with the wily Sudanese
There's not enough water flowing
And not enough trees
So pharaoh, king
We've got to get on with these

Can't stop
Lose life
Gold gone
Demigod
Aswan
What tomb?
Dig away
Thebes lay
Make way
Tomb hiss
Need bliss
Memphis
Pure blood
Nile mud
Flash flood
Hold on
Oh no!

Not now Tut
We've got to get on with this sphinx
Your heaven waits at the end of the links
Who cares what your golden mask is for
As long as your soul goes
So, Not now Tut
We've got to get on with the head of a crow

Pharaoh, king we've got to get on with these
Got to compete with the wily Sudanese
No need to worry about the second Rameses
Got to bring this African horde to its knees
Well, maybe not the African horde
Maybe the Hebrews
We showed them Judeans
Now let's go and show these
Make us feel tough
And wouldn't Akhenaten be pleased?