Bring It To The Cypher Lyrics - Krs One

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[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 â€Â" 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 xxxx down
I cripple you pull up a wheelchair permanent sit-down
Perfect fit now now clown who the xxxx 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 xxxx can roll
Where i'm from that's the code bdp got your xxxx 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......

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