Текст песни KRS-One - Bring It To The Cypher, слова песни KRS-One

Текст песни KRS-One - Bring It To The Cypher

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[KRS-One]Every once in a whileYou got to put aside childish thingsAnd get with the teachers and the kingsK-R-S... Truck Turner...Bring It To The CypherLike this, like this y`all[Verse One: Truck Turner]I`m at the end of my rope, I`m bout to snapCut a nigga throat, put a bullet through his hatWith his head attachedWhat`s the deal new jack? Who dat? Got his chest blew backClak! Clak! Bullet through his teeth, nigga true thatYou in my way, move that, Truck coming through thatRun up in your spot, come out, raising two gatsMove back, give a nigga room, let me hit thisWay back, since up in the womb, I was with thisEvery sentence, we doom with consistenceBe 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 50sDon`t stop and switch a temple, let`s work and build a cityYou see the equation, to this whole situation?If I`m the God of rap and you battling me, you SatanAnd that`s why you hating, creating debatesWhen 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 timeTo kick many rhymes, big time, all timeTaking it to you over time, so when I`m flowing rhymesBright I shine, simply cuz I`mLyrically be kicking out the tighter rhyme, till I climbBring in the chime, in your mind, you fall behindPicking up your rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, when I kill at willStill number one for fun, kill another oneBattle your bugging sonLook I cut your tongue, KRS-One is never doneI am the proper one, this ass-whipping will make you better sonGo and tell your mum I took a bite out of your bumAnytime you want it, doggone it, yo put me on itNever running up on it, you never disappointed, get on itI simply jam, not that I give a damnLet me tell you who I am, just ask your buddyPut your cash on Kris, I bet you double up your moneyYou can call me Chris Rock, ain`t nothing funny[Truck Turner]Nigga what, let me change my style up, in a roughNigga duck, dropped your face, pick it up, shook `em upAutomatic fire вЂ“ 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 upBlastmaster`s coming through Truck, what[Hook: 2X][Verse Three: Truck Turner]That night I let the fo`-fo` bark, spark right off the darkBody parts chalked, where we live, how we get downCome up on my block making noise, keep the shit downI cripple you, pull up a wheelchair, permanent sit-downPerfect fit now, now clown, who the shit now?Fo`-fo` aimed at your dome, bout to spit roundsMe and you, getting it on? Don`t even go thereOnce I bring it to you, you won`t be save nowhereOh yeah, your mom`s funeral don`t even show thereIt`ll be a double burial dukes, when the smoke clearsLove you like a brother, but I`ll kill you if you rallyStay on my good side, my bad side, I annihilateDon`t hold me back, get off me, told these kats never cross meBut they crossed the line, I gotta show `emMy fo`-fo` snub is what I owe `em, Kris you know him? (Nah)Ice pick, adequate style, I`m bout to blow himDudes get trifle, catch the barrel of the rifleFuck you, until more niggaz looking just like youDon`t toot, when you hear me squeeze off the cyclesI squeeze you load (I squeeze you reload)I squeeze you reload till this whole shit can rollWhere I`m from, that`s the code, BDP got your shit soldLike bad heads that fold at war, anything goesMade us, broke the mold, another Bronx episode nigga what[Hook: 2X]Truck... Turner... express, ya don`t stopK... R... S......Truck... Turner... express, c`mon y`allK... R... S......

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