From the forest comes the handle for the axe Split this wilderness, listen up, this where it's 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 clouds passing in the sky Lifetime's here, then gone the blink of an eye March the desert one step at a time March the desert one step at a time
From the forest itself comes the for the axe Drop the staff, Moshe rabbainu, the ocean in half through the desert, this ain't where it's at Chop 'em down, 'em down Chop, chop 'em down, chop, chop 'em
engraved, not so easily erased Still wandering, tryna find your the game, I see pain on your face Nowadays the yiddin, like sold as slaves
ways running through the maze Strange ways always in the desert tryna find your way Lost, lost in the desert tryna your way
the forest itself comes the handle for the axe Split this wilderness, listen up, this where it's at Clear a so that you could find your way back Chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down, 'em down Chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em
Joseph, descended, as a slave Thrown into a dungeon he wouldn't be swayed pharaohs dream and Egypt was saved Stock, piled food for seven of rain Sold to all the nations when the drought
Joseph, rose to and the yiddin stayed They to grow and success was made getting worried, let's make 'em pay Bound in chains, first born was down to their graves
Moshe, was saved and a prince he was Hashem, to him, here's a message to relay my nation from 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 the desert leaving footprints Peel off the lid is just plastic, gotta get into it, get into it Heavy hitter, stepping solid, never quitter, jump the ocean 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 it, gotta jump into it, jump, jump into it
In the spiritual desert, things are not what seem Snakes camouflaged, to fit the scene
Rip, rip through Egypt, jump it In the spiritual desert, things are not what they Snakes camouflaged, to fit the scene
The king is sitting in his of glory The is sitting in his throne of glory The king is sitting in his of glory