From the itself comes the handle for the axe Split this wilderness, listen up, this ain't where at Clear a path so that you could find way back Chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down, 'em down
Time flies by like passing in the sky Lifetime's here, then gone with the of an eye March through the desert one step at a through the desert one step at a time
From the forest comes the handle for the axe Drop the staff, Moshe rabbainu, split the ocean in March through the desert, this ain't it's at Chop 'em down, chop 'em Chop, chop 'em down, chop, 'em down
Patterns engraved, not so easily Still wandering, find your place Playin' the game, I see pain on face Nowadays the yiddin, like children as slaves
ways running through the maze Strange ways lost in the desert tryna find your way Lost, lost in the tryna find your way
From the forest itself the handle for the axe Split this wilderness, listen up, this ain't it's at Clear a path so you could find your way back 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down Chop 'em down, 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down
Joseph, descended, as a slave Thrown a dungeon 'cause he wouldn't be swayed Interpreted dream and Egypt was saved Stock, piled food for seven years of Sold to all the nations when the came
Joseph, rose to power and the stayed They started to grow and was made getting worried, let's make 'em pay Bound in chains, first born was sent down to their
Moshe, was and a prince he was raised Hashem, to him, here's a message to relay Take my nation Mitzrayim, I see the suffering Hard hearts, ego breaks, take sparks and way Trail blaze through the wasteland breaking the
Last generation the ruminants March through the desert footprints Peel off the lid this is just plastic, get into it, get into it Heavy hitter, stepping solid, never quitter, jump into the Before it split, gotta into it
Rip, rip in Egypt, get into it, through my lit, just get into it 600,000 witnessed it, no you forget, no you didn't forget Rip, rip through Egypt, get into it, gotta jump it, jump, jump into it
In the spiritual desert, things are not what they camouflaged, just to fit the scene
Rip, rip through Egypt, into it In the spiritual desert, things are not they seem Snakes camouflaged, to fit the scene
The king is in his throne of glory The king is in his throne of glory The king is in his throne of glory