Make a Move — Cypress Hill: letras e videoclipes das músicas e shows

Make a Move

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Make a Move foi lançado em 31 de outubro de 1995 por Ruffhouse/Columbia como parte do álbum III (Temples Of Boom)

Informações da música

ÁlbumIII (Temples Of Boom)

Data de lançamento31 de outubro de 1995

SeloRuffhouse/Columbia

LanguageEnglish

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM92

RESUMO

LETRA

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

Cypress Hill

Interpretação

Shag

Vocal de apoio

Reg Dog

Baixo

Buddah Monks

Interpretação

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

DJ Muggs

Arranjos

B-Real

Composição

PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA

Cypress Hill

Produção

DJ Muggs

Produção

Jason Roberts

Engenharia

Ben Wallach

Engenharia (assistente)

Lamont Hyde

Engenharia (assistente)

Manny Lecuona

Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

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' emcees 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 **** out the house

Puttin' up an argument, just don't bother

'Cause I'll whoop that ass just like I'm your father

Take heed to the master's call, yes y'all

(Bring your cellphone cause I fade them all)

Bullets fly, but they don't give a fuck about who dies

When you're 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)

It's the undisputed Cypress family

Kickin' up dust can you handle us fragilely

Growin' inside your mind like a tumour

Spreadin' in your head like a rumor

Venomous, I'm 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 'til their fuckin' 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 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 d'état

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

Ya 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

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 shoota

Thirty-eight, still shootin' real straight

Lookin' for the buster, that I must eliminate

No surprise, as the inches demise

Let the flow flow, as I look him right in the eyes

And rip these **** in half with a paper graph

They can't find a path, I love the aftermath

Still I reign, the sect we remain

The big bad Cypress Hill, fuckin' **** up again

When I aim I'm 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 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 it, move 'em on out

Written by: B-Real, DJ Muggs

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