[Verse: Propaganda]Sometimes, I wonder if I'm on a hidden cameraLike, am I the only one that thinks a skeleton wearing jewelry is foolish?He can't possibly enjoy thisHe ain't got a nervous systemTalk to me, AkhenatenSister Nefertiti, King Tut, what's that dust like?Did you evolve into Amun-Ra?Did you fuse in Anubis?Throw it up, throw it up, right?You still got your money, right?Who would've thought that your Math professorsLiterature writers, and architects have the actual national treasure?And the crown jewels that can't rustThat's what's still livingAnd the gold you so worshiped is in some dumb rappers mouth nowPharaoh, Pharaoh, let my people goBut, it seemed like you were the slaveBut tell meWhere that gold got ya'You say bury you in itBut if we don't would you even notice?Would you even notice?I mean, would you even notice?Talk to em' Dre