Cypress Hill Make a Move Lyrics

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
  • 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

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

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