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You've got the
got the time
You've got the

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

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

Those that have it on tape rewind it
It's not surprising, we parties
Anywhere, anyone,
Some sound shoddy, cardboard
But I'm blessed, the Lord
You see I to study, I like money
I like eatin' wheat bread with

But to none of am I addicted
I like to remain and unafflicted
the sickness of attachment
The material of entrapment
Those that walk this road weak
They think, they can't speak

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

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

got the time, I've got the time

Down ratin' statements you seem to make
You wanna create 'cos b-boys you don't affiliate
You're self-whipped you claim it's not a gift
To execute the rhyme on time without a
You only utter negativity, productivity
For the b-boy talent or b-boy

Yet all the currency comes in tax free you wanna see me
My name is and now you guessed this
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
respect from you, con, 'cos now you know it
I'm KRS One, short for poet

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

Just coolin' out without a doubt, livin' a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, with a delligence
I am only 20, yet here's my level
Just one of the Down Production crew rebels
Our reputation grows as the music gets
I will succeed while you suckers make

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

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