Krs-One Bring It To The Cypher lyrics

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Bring It To The Cypher by Krs-one Bring It To The Cypher lyrics [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......


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