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You've got the
I've got the
You've got the

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

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

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

But to of these am I addicted
I like to remain free and
the sickness of attachment
The road of entrapment
Those that walk this road become
They can't think, can't speak

Unself-sufficient, they're 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 shame that blinded
If they had a piece of I'd sign it

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

got the time, I've got the time

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

Yet all the currency comes in tax free you wanna see me
My is Kris and now you guessed this
I got vision and I'm lookin' through your game
It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall
respect from you, con, 'cos now you know it
I'm Blastmaster KRS One, short for

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

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

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

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