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

Am I supposed to stand
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 shocked I've lasted
But Blastmaster is a subtitle, KRS-One is vital
And more lethal and vicious

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

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

But to of these am I addicted
I like to free and unafflicted
With the of attachment
The road of entrapment
Those that this road become weak
They can't think, they speak

Unself-sufficient, 'cos they're
I'm not dissin', I'm teachin'
if you notice, not once
Have I said name to gain fame
See it's a shame that they're
If had a piece of paper I'd sign it

That's called an autograph, this is a class
I've only come to 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 you down with their hate
But wait, here's to meditate

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

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

Yet when all the currency comes in tax you wanna see me
My name is Kris and now you this
I got X-ray and I'm lookin' through your game
the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtain
Absolute respect you, con, 'cos now you know it
I'm Blastmaster KRS One, for poet

I do not read the paper, I the dictionary
'Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS doesn't scare me
The girls be sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner
Carryin' bigger gun, shoot the for fun
If you could this you won't be called 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 little
I am only 20, yet here's my level
Just one of the Boogie Production crew rebels
Our grows as the music gets vicious
I will succeed while you suckers make

Time and time again I prove to be
But and time again you prove to be biting
I need no judge, no jury, no
DJ Scott La Rock, better 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, got the time
got the time