Bring it to the Cypher(featuring Truck Turner) - KRS-One

Every once in a while

You got to put aside childish things

And get with the teachers and the kings

K-R-S Truck Turner

Bring It To The Cypher

Like this like this y'all

I'm at the end of my rope I'm bout to snap

Cut a ni**a throat put a bullet through his hat

With his head attached

What's the deal new jack

Who dat

Got his chest blew back

Clak Clak Bullet through his teeth ni**a true that

You in my way move that Truck coming through that

Run up in your spot come out raising two gats

Move back give a ni**a room let me hit this

Way back since up in the womb I was with this

Every sentence we doom with consistence

Be the witness let me spit this Kris hit this

Yo if it's all about the hundreds

Let's try to get two 50s

Don't stop and switch a temple

Let's work and build a city

You see the equation to this whole situation

If I'm the God of rap and you battling me you Satan

And that's why you hating creating debates

When you know damn well that your title will be taken

You think you all that son

Bring it to the Cypher

You only got platinum

Bring it to the Cypher

You think you got props son

Bring it to the Cypher

You living Hip Hop son

Bring it to the Cypher

You think you all that son

Bring It To The Cypher

You only got platinum

Bring It To The Cypher

You think you got props son

Bring It To The Cypher

You living Hip Hop son

Bring It To The Cypher

Yo daytime nighttime anytime I got plenty time

To kick many rhymes big time all time

Taking it to you over time so when I'm flowing rhymes

Bright I shine simply cuz I'm

Lyrically be kicking out the tighter rhyme till I climb

Bring in the chime in your mind you fall behind

Picking up your rhyming skill I am fulfilled

When I kill at will

Still number one for fun kill another one

Battle your bugging son

Look I cut your tongue KRS-One is never done

I am the proper one

This a**-whipping will make you better son

Go and tell your mum

I took a bite out of your bum

Anytime you want it doggone it yo put me on it

Never running up on it you never disappointed get on it

I simply jam not that I give a damn

Let me tell you who I am just ask your buddy

Put your cash on Kris I bet you double up your money

You can call me Chris Rock ain't nothing funny

Ni**a what let me change my style up in a rough

Ni**a duck dropped your face pick it up shook 'em up

Automatic fire Bruh Bruh

All up in the party clip it out give it up

Where's the money for this single get it out give it up

Blastmaster's coming through Truck what

You think you all that son

Bring It To The Cypher

You only got platinum

Bring It To The Cypher

You think you got props son

Bring It To The Cypher

You living Hip Hop son

Bring It To The Cypher

You think you all that son

Bring It To The Cypher

You only got platinum

Bring It To The Cypher

You think you got props son

Bring It To The Cypher

You living Hip Hop son

Bring It To The Cypher

That night I let the fo-fo bark spark right off the dark

Body parts chalked where we live how we get down

Come up on my block making noise keep the sh*t down

I cripple you pull up a wheelchair permanent sit-down

Perfect fit now now clown who the sh*t now

Fo'-fo' aimed at your dome bout to spit rounds

Me and you getting it on

Don't even go there

Once I bring it to you you won't be save nowhere

Oh yeah your mom's funeral don't even show there

It'll be a double burial dukes when the smoke clears

Love you like a brother but I'll kill you if you rally

Stay on my good side my bad side I annihilate

Don't hold me back get off me

Told these kats never cross me

But they crossed the line I gotta show 'em

My fo'-fo' snub is what I owe 'em Kris you know him

Ice pick adequate style I'm bout to blow him

Dudes get trifle catch the barrel of the rifle

F**k you until more niggaz looking just like you

Don't toot when you hear me squeeze off the cycles

I squeeze you load I squeeze you reload

I squeeze you reload till this whole sh*t can roll

Where I'm from that's the code BDP got your sh*t sold

Like bad heads that fold at war anything goes

Made us broke the mold another Bronx episode ni**a what

Bring It To The Cypher

You only got platinum

Bring It To The Cypher

You think you got props son

Bring It To The Cypher

You living Hip Hop son

Bring It To The Cypher

You think you all that son

Bring It To The Cypher

You only got platinum

Bring It To The Cypher

You think you got props son

Bring It To The Cypher

You living Hip Hop son

Bring It To The Cypher

Truck Turner express ya don't stop

K R S

Truck Turner express come on y'all

K R S