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

Am I supposed to here?
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 a lot of y'all are shocked that I've lasted
But Blastmaster is a subtitle, 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, they just beat it
when I'm in a club I like to mingle
Seconds later they're that single
Loud as a collision and pumped up
So the people in the place automatically
Time it, and dance right it

Those that have it on tape rewind it
not surprising, we rock parties
Anywhere, anyone,
Some shoddy, like cardboard
But I'm blessed, praise the
You see I like to study, I like
I like eatin' wheat with honey

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

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

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

You've got the time, got the time

Down ratin' statements you always to make
You never wanna create 'cos b-boys you don't
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 talent or b-boy productivity

Yet when all the currency comes in tax free you see me
My is Kris and now you guessed this
I got X-ray vision and I'm through your game
It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall
Absolute respect you, con, 'cos now you know it
I'm KRS One, short 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, 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 little
Yeah, different, never innocent, with a delligence
I am only 20, yet my present level
Just one of the Down Production crew rebels
Our reputation grows as the music gets
I will succeed while you make wishes

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

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