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PHAROAHE MONCH lyrics : "Let my people go"

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I'm too high to get over, too low to get under
(Let my people go)

I'll make you feel so good you don't need to wonder
(Let my people go)
I'll take away the storm cloud, the rain and thunder

(Let my people go)
[Yeah, somebody say]
(Let my people go)

[Huh, somebody say]
(Let my people go)


Spit miraculously, sip Dracula's blood, exist for centuries
The body chemistry mends wounds, heals injuries
My ministry leaves the industry in a tail spin

Huh, I push the envelope like US mailmen
Huh, we need a leader who is not mischievous
Devious, from Satan's grip to lead us

Won't retract the facts then act facetious
In fact the racks are packed with facts that teach us
Reach us, easily leave MC's speechless

Read from the palm of the non-believers
Some of them wondering how they become underachievers
One of the best the perennial key note speaker

I got it, you want it, come get it so I'll flaunt it
And I will show you away
So let my people go today


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There trying so sell lies to the people huh
Knowing it's hard times for the people huh
I'll knock your $$# unconscious

Put it up on YouTube, then film the sequel so it's free for the people huh
Go on ahead and download it I'ma teach you how
P is a prophet, a pastor, a preacher

With indisputable logic for blasting through your speaker now
I'm tying to learn your monk $$#, I'm trying to reach you now
But still your like who's this dude

Return to fix, shape the game like Rubik's cube
Chick seems brolic now ruthless too
Spit the gospel on wax, what he chooses to do

DAMN!
Open your eyes man you've been bamboozled
By the usual plans hit up the middle like Stan Musial

If y'all are telling me today's music is suitable and appealing
Then I'm telling you the feelings are not mutual


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Young children before you pass on up

Who wants to see the crack of your $$# and see your butt
You need to let it off, the people go
Past the collection plates and give me all of my dough

And if your wondering what's under my robe
An old rusty $$# .38 snub nose
And just because your thinking my %#@! don't work

That's a (*gunshot*)
Go on and try robbing my church!


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