From the itself comes the handle for the axe Split this wilderness, up, this ain't where it's at a path so that you could find your way back Chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em
Time flies by like clouds in the sky here, then gone with the blink of an eye March through the one step at a time March through the desert one step at a
the forest itself comes the handle for the axe Drop the staff, rabbainu, split the ocean in half 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, tryna your place Playin' the game, I see on your face the yiddin, like children sold as slaves
Strange ways running the maze Strange always lost in the desert tryna find your way Lost, lost in the tryna find your way
From the forest itself comes the for the axe Split this wilderness, listen up, ain't where it's at Clear a path so that you find your way back Chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em Chop 'em down, 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down
Joseph, descended, sold as a into a dungeon 'cause he wouldn't be swayed Interpreted pharaohs and Egypt was saved Stock, piled for seven years of rain Sold to all the nations when the came
Joseph, to power and the yiddin stayed They started to grow and success was Pharaoh's getting worried, let's 'em pay Bound in chains, first born was sent down to graves
Moshe, was and a prince he was raised Hashem, spoke to him, here's a message to Take my nation from Mitzrayim, I see the 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 is just plastic, gotta get into it, get into it Heavy hitter, stepping solid, never quitter, into the ocean Before it split, gotta into it
Rip, rip in Egypt, get into it, my fire lit, just get into it 600,000 it, no you didn't forget, no you didn't forget Rip, rip through Egypt, get into it, gotta jump into it, 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 camouflaged, just to fit the scene
The king is in his throne of glory The king is in his throne of glory The is sitting in his throne of glory