[align=center]Greet the Ancestors With respect (The Opening) [/align]
To our Ancestors who did not make it.

To those who could not take it.

To those who died along the way.

The all our ancestors I respectfully say Ashaay.

To my brother and sister in the mental battle I salute you.

Poetic warriors the ancestors will recruit you.

Our rhymes will always be 'poetically-just'.

These magical rhymes will be protection for us.

Breaking the hypnotic spell as we go.

With that old black magic portion that we as ancient Egyptian know.

We will liberate our people's minds, and the truth to them we will show.

Words of power we proclaim.

Teaching truths of all doctrines worthy to name.

The writing is on the wall.

From these rhymes the ancients call,

Screaming through our genes.

Projecting to our minds vivid scenes.

Ashaay I say Ashaay. They are here.

Greet them in a respectful way.

Ashaay great them NOW !

Say Ashaay!

Hurry, hurry BOW!

You ancestors are with you now.

Your ancestors brought these gifts to you,

Transmitted to the minds of a selected few.

The ones not blinded.

The ones who are here to make sure that we are reminded.

Ashaay Ashaay Ashaay!

I can feel their presence . Can you?

Say Ashaay quickly and BOW.

Come on revolutionary poets the mental battle on now.

Fight on sincerely and the Ancestors will lead the way.

Ashaay, Ashaay, Ashaay ......until this earth passes away.