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

Am I supposed to stand
These bright lights, probably get a tan here
Scott, turn up the master so I can hear, and talk
I'm the Blastmaster, 'cos I'm
I a lot of y'all are shocked that I've lasted
But Blastmaster is a subtitle, KRS-One is vital
And lethal and more vicious

As the suckers always say, "He just us
He got a problem, yo, conceited"
I'm not conceited, they couldn't beat it
'Cos when I'm in a I like to mingle
later they're playin' that single
Loud as a collision and pumped up
So the people in the place will
Time it, and right behind it

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

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

Unself-sufficient, 'cos leeching
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 that blinded
If they had a piece of paper I'd it

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

got the time, I've got the time

Down ratin' you always seem to make
You never wanna '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 only utter negativity, never
For the b-boy talent or b-boy

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

I do not read the paper, I read the
'Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, just doesn't scare me
The be lookin' sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner
bigger 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 enjoy

Just coolin' out without a doubt, livin' life a little
Yeah, different, innocent, with a little delligence
I am only 20, yet my present level
Just one of the Down Production crew rebels
Our reputation grows as the music vicious
I will while you suckers make wishes

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

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