From the itself comes the handle for the axe Split this wilderness, up, this ain't where it's at Clear a path so 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 Lifetime's here, then gone the blink of an eye through the desert one step at a time March through the desert one at a time
From the forest comes the handle for the axe Drop the staff, Moshe rabbainu, split the in half March through the desert, this where it's at Chop 'em down, 'em down Chop, chop 'em down, chop, chop 'em
engraved, not so easily erased Still wandering, tryna your place Playin' the game, I see pain on your the yiddin, like children sold as slaves
Strange ways running through the Strange ways always lost in the tryna find your way Lost, lost in the desert 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 that you could your way back Chop 'em down, 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down Chop 'em down, chop 'em down, 'em down, chop 'em down
Joseph, descended, as a slave Thrown into a 'cause he wouldn't be swayed Interpreted dream and Egypt was saved Stock, piled food for years of rain to all the nations when the drought came
Joseph, rose to and the yiddin stayed They to grow and success was made Pharaoh's getting worried, make 'em pay Bound in chains, first born was sent down to graves
Moshe, was saved and a prince he was Hashem, spoke to him, here's a message to my nation from Mitzrayim, I see the suffering Hard hearts, ego breaks, sparks and make way Trail blaze through the wasteland the chains
Last just the ruminants March through the desert leaving off the lid this is just plastic, gotta get into it, get into it Heavy hitter, stepping solid, quitter, jump into the ocean it split, gotta jump into it
Rip, rip in Egypt, get into it, through my fire lit, get into it 600,000 witnessed it, no you didn't forget, no you forget Rip, rip through Egypt, get into it, jump into it, jump, jump into it
In the spiritual desert, things are not they seem Snakes camouflaged, just to fit the
Rip, rip through Egypt, into it In the spiritual desert, things are not what they Snakes camouflaged, to fit the scene
The king is sitting in his throne of The king is in his throne of glory The king is in his throne of glory