Paroles de Make A Move
Cypress Hill
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 brothers 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!
[shots fired]
Smokin mcs like a bowl of buddha
Burnin in my bong now
You dont want to step to the rhythm of the funk degrees
Youll 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 niggas out the house
Puttin up an argument, just dont bother
`cause Ill whoop that ass just like Im your father
Take heed to the masters call yes yall
(bring your cell-phone cause I fade them all)
Bullets fly
But they dont give a fuck about who dies
When youre in the middle of the fuckin
No question, confrontation
Nowhere to run from the assassination
Let the rain come down
Whoops there goes another body on the ground
Watch out for g hound
Its 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
Venomous!
Im from the underground, I take care of business
What the fuck 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 colors
Let me get the rope
And hang `em `till their fuckin necks broke
Wind passage cut off, now you cant breathe
Let me give you what you need
A fat dose of the good weed
Like a puppet on a string
Im the one controlling your ass
With the rough shit here to bring
My army grows like the buddha I sold ya
Every seed planted is another fuckin soldier
Like the `coup detate
Now ya are in the middle of the ambush
Stuck in your car
They cant find ya
At the bottom of the lake
Let me remind ya
You better be lookin behind ya
Its too late, aint 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
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!
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 dick can die
Rolling with the six shooter
Thirty-eight
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 niggas in half
With the (fabergraph)
They cant find a path
I like the aftermath
Still I reign the sect we remain
The big bad cypress hill, fuckin niggas up again
When I aim Im scopin for your brain
Brother stay low, cross-hairs break you up the frame
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!
Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out!
Ahh, now that the mind is open so one can clearly see what they clearly
Dont want you to see. but its obvious, isnt it my brother? get the
Smoke from in the front of your eyes, got to realize, anybody dont like
InterprèteCypress Hill
LabelSMI
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