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got the time
I've got the
got the time

Am I supposed to here?
These bright lights, I'll probably get a tan
Scott, turn up the master so I can hear, and talk
I'm the Blastmaster, I'm blasted
I know a lot of y'all are that I've lasted
But is a subtitle, KRS-One is more vital
And more and more vicious

As the suckers always say, "He dissed us
He got a problem, yo, conceited"
I'm not conceited, they just couldn't it
'Cos I'm in a club I like to mingle
Seconds later playin' that single
Loud as a collision and pumped up
So the people in the place automatically
it, and dance right behind it

Those have it on tape will rewind it
It's not surprising, we rock
Anywhere, anyone,
Some shoddy, like cardboard
But I'm blessed, praise the
You see I like to study, I money
I like wheat bread with honey

But to none of these am I
I like to remain and unafflicted
With the sickness of
The road of entrapment
Those that walk this road become
They think, they can't speak

Unself-sufficient, 'cos leeching
I'm not dissin', I'm simply
Well if you notice, not
Have I Scott's name to gain fame
See it's a that they're blinded
If they had a of paper I'd sign it

That's called an autograph, this is called a
I've only to educate the mass
Of young people, to this there's no
Just a message, be peaceful and loving, but not a
And away from negative motherfuckers
They only pull you down with their
But wait, here's somethin' to

got the time, I've got the time

Down ratin' statements you always seem to
You never wanna create 'cos you don't affiliate
You're self-whipped 'cos you claim not a gift
To execute the rhyme on time without a
You utter negativity, never productivity
For the b-boy or b-boy productivity

Yet when all the currency comes in tax free you see me
My name is Kris and now you guessed
I got X-ray vision and I'm lookin' your game
It's the same, a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtain
Absolute respect from you, con, now you know it
I'm KRS One, short for poet

I do not the paper, I read the dictionary
'Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn't me
The girls be lookin' sweeter, the be lookin' meaner
Carryin' gun, shoot the people for fun
If you could realize you won't be called a toy
But yet a b-boy, and I know enjoy

Just coolin' out without a doubt, livin' life a different
Yeah, different, innocent, with a little delligence
I am only 20, yet my present level
Just one of the Boogie Down Production crew
Our reputation grows as the gets vicious
I will succeed while you suckers wishes

Time and again I prove to be exciting
But time and again you prove to be biting
I need no judge, no jury, no
With DJ Scott La Rock, better as The Destroyer

got the time, I've got the time
You've got the time, I've got the
You've got the time, I've got the
got the time