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

Am I to stand here?
bright lights, I'll probably get a tan here
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 that I've
But Blastmaster is a subtitle, KRS-One is more
And more and more vicious

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

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

But to none of these am I
I like to free and unafflicted
With the sickness of
The road of entrapment
Those that this road become weak
They think, they can't speak

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

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

got the time, I've got the time

Down ratin' statements you always to make
You never create 'cos b-boys you don't affiliate
self-whipped 'cos you claim it's not a gift
To execute the on time without a shift
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 guessed
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 you, con, 'cos now you know it
I'm Blastmaster KRS One, for poet

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

Just coolin' out a doubt, livin' life a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, a little delligence
I am only 20, yet my present level
Just one of the Boogie Down crew rebels
Our reputation grows as the music gets
I will succeed you suckers make wishes

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

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
You've got the