Bring It To The Cypher Lyrics - Krs One

[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 

[Verse One: Truck Turner] 

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

Cut a nigga 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, nigga 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 nigga 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 

[KRS-One] 

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 

[Hook: 2X] 

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! 

[Verse Two: KRS-One] 

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 'cause 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 ass-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 

[Truck Turner] 

Nigga what, let me change my style up, in a rough 

Nigga duck, dropped your face, pick it up, shook 'em up 

Automatic fire - Brrrrrrrruh! Brrrrrrrruh! 

All up in the party, clip it out, give it up 

[KRS-One] 

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

Blastmaster's coming through Truck, what 

[Hook: 2X] 

[Verse Three: Truck Turner] 

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 shit down 

I cripple you, pull up a wheelchair, permanent sit-down 

Perfect fit now, now clown, who the shit 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? (Nah) 

Ice pick, adequate style, I'm bout to blow him 

Dudes get trifle, catch the barrel of the rifle 

Fuck 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 shit can roll 

Where I'm from, that's the code, BDP got your shit sold 

Like bad heads that fold at war, anything goes 

Made us, broke the mold, another Bronx episode nigga what 

[Hook: 2X] 

Truck... Turner... express, ya don't stop 

K... R... S...... 

Truck... Turner... express, c'mon y'all 

K... R... S......