KRS-One, Truck Turner - Bring It to da Cypher lyrics

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 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
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

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 livin" hip-hop, son?)
Bring it to the cypher!

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 livin" 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 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
Nigga what, let me change my style up
In a rough
Nigga duck, dropped your face, pick it up
Shook 'em up
Automatic fire - brrrrrruh! brrrrrruh!
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?

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 livin" hip-hop, son?)
Bring it to the cypher!

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 livin" hip-hop, son?)
Bring it to the cypher!

At 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 cats 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, Attica style, I'm bout to blow him
Dudes get trifle
Catch the barrel of the rifle fuck you
Until more niggas looking just like you
Dump two 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

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 livin" hip-hop, son?)
Bring it to the cypher!

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 livin" hip-hop, son?)
Bring it to the cypher!

Truck turner express, ya don't stop k-R-S
Truck turner express, c'mon y'all k-R-S