Every once in a while
 You got to put aside childish things
 And get with the teachers and the kings
 K-R-S... [bad word] Turner...
 Bring It To The Cypher
 Like this, like this y'all

 [Verse One: [bad word] Turner]
 I'm at the end of my rope, I'm bout to snap
 Cut a [bad word] 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, [bad word] [bad word] that
 You in my way, move that, [bad [bad word] through that
 [bad word] up in your [bad word] out, raising two gats
 Move back, give a [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 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 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] up on it, you never disappointed, get on it
 I simply jam, not that I give a [bad word] 
 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

 [bad word] Turner]
 [bad word] what, let me change my style up, in a rough
 [bad word] duck, dropped your face, pick it up, shook 'em up
 Automatic fire ???????? [bad word] #33; [bad word] #33;
 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
 [bad word] through [bad word]  what

 [Hook: 2X]

 [Verse Three: [bad word] Turner]
 That night I let the fo'-fo' bark, spark right off the dark
 Body parts chalked, where we live, how we get down
 [bad word] up on my block making noise, keep the [bad word] down
 I cripple you, pull up a wheelchair, permanent sit-down
 Perfect fit now, now clown, who the [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 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