Make a Move - Intellectual

[Intro: Extract from Pulp Fiction 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!"

[Shots fired]

[Verse 1: B-Real]

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

Movin out, just movin on out, no doubt

We the number one crew

Kickin' mark ass niggas 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

(Break yourself fool cause I fade 'em all)

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

When you're in the middle of the buckin'

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 gradually

Growin' inside your mind like a tumour

Spreading in your head like a rumor

Venomous sound from the underground, I take care of business

What the fuck is this?

[Hook]

Move 'em out!, Move 'em on out!, (Move 'em out!)

[Verse 2: B-Real]

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 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 that I bring

My army grows like buddha I sold ya

Every seed planted is another fuckin' soldier

Like the `coup d'etat'

There ya are in the middle of the ambush

Stuck in your car

Jake 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 won't cease

[Hook]

Move 'em out!, Move 'em on out!, (Move 'em out!)

[Post-Hook]

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

[Verse 3: B-Real]

Come on

Open up the doors for the high funk buddha

With the lye, let the nigga die

Rolling with the six shooter

Thirty-eight

Still shootin' real straight

Lookin' for the buster that I must eliminate

(No surprise

Other MC's demise

Let the flow roll

As I look him right in the eyes)

And rip these niggas in half

With the paragraph

They can't find a path

I live the aftermath

Still I reign set we remain

The big bad Cypress Hill, buckin' niggas out the game

When I aim I'm scopin' for your brain

Brother stay low, cross-hairs break you out the frame

[Hook]

Move 'em out!, Move 'em on out!, (Move 'em out!)

[Outro]

"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"