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

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 that I've
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
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 will automatically
Time it, and dance right it

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

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

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

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

You've got the time, got the time

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

Yet all the currency comes in tax free you wanna see me
My name is Kris and now you this
I got X-ray vision and I'm lookin' through game
It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on 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 sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner
Carryin' gun, shoot the people for fun
If you could this you won't be called a toy
But yet a b-boy, and I know you'll

Just coolin' out without a doubt, livin' a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little
I am only 20, yet here's my present
Just one of the Boogie Down crew rebels
Our reputation grows as the music vicious
I will succeed while you suckers wishes

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

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
got the time