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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 get a tan here
Scott, up the master so I can hear, and talk 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, is more vital
And more lethal and vicious

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

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

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

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

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

You've got the time, got the time

Down ratin' statements you seem to make
You never wanna 'cos b-boys 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 talent or b-boy

Yet when all the currency comes in tax you wanna see me
My name is Kris and now you this
I got X-ray vision and I'm through your game
It's the same, a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtain
Absolute respect you, con, 'cos 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 scare me
The be lookin' sweeter, the cops 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, life a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, a little delligence
I am only 20, yet here's my level
Just one of the Boogie Down Production crew
Our reputation as the music gets vicious
I will while you suckers make wishes

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

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