Let My People Go

Pharoahe Monch

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    [Chorus]:
    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

    [Chorus]

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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 ass 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 ass, 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

    [Chorus]

    Young children pull your pants on up
    Who wants to see the crack of your ass and see your butt
    You need to let - all - the people - go
    Pass the collection plates and give me all of my dough
    And if your wondering what's under my robe
    An old rusty ass .38 snub nose
    And just because your thinking my shit don't work
    That's a (*gunshot*)
    Go on and try robbing my church!

    [Chorus]

    Song details

    Composition: Chi Chi Monch and Fatin Horton

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