Cypress Hill Make a Move Lyrics

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Ezekial 25:17
"the path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of
The selfish and the tyranny of evil men. blessed is he, who in the name of
Charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness,
For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger,
Those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. and you will know my
Name is the lord, when I lay my vengeance upon thee!"

Smokin' mc's like a bowl of Buddha
Burnin' in my bong now
You don't want to step to the rhythm of the funk degrees
You'll be a prisoner in the temple of thieves
Move it out, just move it on out, no doubt
We the number one crew
Kickin' more gas *****s out the house
Puttin' up an argument, just don't bother
'cause I'll whoop that *** just like I'm your father

Take heed to the master's call yes y'all
(bring your cell-phone cause I fade them all)
Bullets fly
But they don't give a **** about who dies
When you're in the middle of the ****in'
No question, confrontation
Nowhere to run from the ***assination
Let the rain come down
Whoops there goes another body on the ground
Watch out for g hound
It's the undisputed cypress family
Kickin' up dust can you handle us fragilly
Growin' inside your mind like a tumour
Spreading in your head like a rumor
I'm from the underground, I take care of business
What the **** is this?

Move 'em out! move 'em on out! move 'em out! [Repeats]

Suckas come in all shapes sizes and colors
Let me get the rope
And hang 'em 'till their ****in' necks broke
Wind passage cut off, now you can't breathe
Let me give you what you need
A fat dose of the good weed
Like a puppet on a string
I'm the one controlling your ***
With the rough **** here to bring
My army grows like the buddha I sold ya
Every seed planted is another ****in' soldier
Like the 'coup d'etate'
Now ya are in the middle of the ambush
Stuck in your car
They can't find ya
At the bottom of the lake
Let me remind ya
You better be lookin' behind ya
It's too late, ain't no one standin' here
Hallucination, bees hummin' in your ear
Paranoia, dwelling to your dome piece
Increase, the level of the terror that move ceased


Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move

Come on
Open up the doors for the high funk buddha
With the light point the **** can die
Rolling with the six shooter
Still shootin' real straight
Lookin' for the buster that I must eliminate
No surprise
As the inches demise
Let the four flow
As I look him right in the eyes
And rip these *****s in half
With the (fabergraph)
They can't find a path
I like the aftermath
Still I reign the sect we remain
The big bad cypress hill, ****in' *****s up again
When I aim I'm scopin' for your brain
Brother stay low, cross-hairs break you up the frame


"ahh, now that the mind is open so one can clearly see what they clearly
Don't want you to see. but it's obvious, isn't it my brother? get the
Smoke from in the front of your eyes, got to realize, anybody don't like
III: Temples of Boom Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Spark Another Owl
  • 2 Throw Your Set in the Air
  • 3 Stoned Raiders
  • 4 Illusions
  • 5 Killa Hill Niggas
  • 6 Boom Biddy Bye Bye
  • 7 No Rest for the Wicked
  • 8 Make a Move
  • 9 Killafornia
  • 10 Funk Freakers
  • 11 Locotes
  • 12 Red Light Visions
  • 13 Strictly Hip Hop
  • 14 Let It Rain
  • 15 Everybody Must Get Stoned
    CD 2
  • 1 DJ Muggs Buddha Mix: Hole in the Head / How I Could Just Kill a Man / Insane in the Brain / Stoned Is the Way of the Walk / Hits From Da Bong / Hand on the Pump / Real Estate / I Wanna Get High

  • Written by: Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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