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

Am I supposed to stand
These bright lights, probably 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 lasted
But Blastmaster is a subtitle, KRS-One is more
And lethal and more vicious

As the suckers 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 they're playin' single
Loud as a and pumped up dramatically
So the people in the place automatically
Time it, and dance right it

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

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

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

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

got the time, I've got the time

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

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

I do not the paper, I read the dictionary
'Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, just 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 you'll enjoy

Just coolin' out without a doubt, 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 Production crew
Our reputation as the music gets vicious
I will succeed while you suckers wishes

Time and time again I to be exciting
But and time again 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