bring it to the cypher

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

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!

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 - brrrrrrrruh! brrrrrrrruh!

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

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?

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 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

truck. turner. express

ya don't stop

k. r. s. truck. turner. express

c'mon y'all

k. r. s.