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

Am I to stand 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 know a lot of y'all are that I've lasted
But Blastmaster is a subtitle, is more vital
And more and more vicious

As the always say, "He just 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 playin' that single
Loud as a collision and up dramatically
So the people in the place automatically
it, and dance right behind it

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

But to none of these am I
I like to remain and unafflicted
With the of attachment
The material road of
Those that this road become weak
They can't think, can't speak

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

That's an autograph, this is called a class
only come to educate the mass
Of young people, to this there's no
a message, be peaceful and loving, but not a sucker
And away from negative motherfuckers
They 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 b-boys you don't affiliate
You're self-whipped 'cos you claim it's not a
To the rhyme on time without a shift
You only utter negativity, never
For the b-boy talent or productivity

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

I do not read the paper, I the dictionary
'Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just scare me
The girls be sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner
Carryin' gun, shoot the people 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, life a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little
I am only 20, yet my present level
Just one of the Boogie Production crew rebels
Our reputation grows as the gets vicious
I succeed while you suckers make wishes

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

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