Cypress Hill - Make A Move Lyrics
Ezekial 25:17The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequitiesOfThe selfish and the tyranny of evil men. blessed is he, who in the nameOfCharity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley ofDarkness,For he is truly his brothers keeper and the finder of lost children.AndI will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger,ThoseWho attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. and you will know myName isThe lord, when I lay my vengeance upon thee![shots fired]Smokin mcs like a bowl of buddhaBurnin in my bong nowYou dont want to step to the rhythm of the funk degreesYoull be a prisoner in the temple of thievesMove it out, just move it on out, no doubtWe the number one crewKickin more gas niggas out the housePuttin up an argument, just dont bother`cause Ill whoop that ass just like Im your fatherTake heed to the masters call yes yall(bring your cell-phone cause I fade them all)Bullets flyBut they dont give a ***** about who diesWhen youre in the middle of the *****inNo question, confrontationNowhere to run from the assassinationLet the rain come downWhoops there goes another body on the groundWatch out for g houndIts the undisputed cypress familyKickin up dust can you handle us fragillyGrowin inside your mind like a tumourSpreading in your head like a rumorVenomous!Im from the underground, I take care of businessWhat the ***** is this?Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out!Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out!Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out!Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out!Suckas come in all shapes sizes and colorsLet me get the ropeAnd hang `em `till their *****in necks brokeWind passage cut off, now you cant breatheLet me give you what you needA fat dose of the good weedLike a puppet on a stringIm the one controlling your assWith the rough shit here to bringMy army grows like the buddha I sold yaEvery seed planted is another *****in soldierLike the `coup detateNow ya are in the middle of the ambushStuck in your carThey cant find yaAt the bottom of the lakeLet me remind yaYou better be lookin behind yaIts too late, aint no one standin hereHallucination, bees hummin in your earParanoia, dwelling to your dome pieceIncrease, the level of the terror that move ceasedMove `em out! move `em on out! move `em out!Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out!Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out!Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out!Make a move, make a move, every posse make a moveMake a move, make a move, every posse make a moveMake a move, make a move, every posse make a moveMake a move, make a move, every posse make a moveCome onOpen up the doors for the high funk buddhaWith the light point the dick can dieRolling with the six shooterThirty-eightStill shootin real straightLookin for the buster that I must eliminateNo surpriseAs the inches demiseLet the four flowAs I look him right in the eyesAnd rip these niggas in halfWith the (fabergraph)They cant find a pathI like the aftermathStill I reign the sect we remainThe big bad cypress hill, *****in niggas up againWhen I aim Im scopin for your brainBrother stay low, cross-hairs break you up the frameMove `em out! move `em on out! move `em out!Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out!Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out!Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out!Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out!Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out!Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out!Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out!Ahh, now that the mind is open so one can clearly see what they clearlyDont want you to see. but its obvious, isnt it my brother? get theSmoke from in the front of your eyes, got to realize, anybody dont like
