Bring It To The Cypher

[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: x2]

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 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 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: x2]

[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: x2]

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

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

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

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