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

Am I supposed to 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, I'm blasted
I know a lot of y'all are shocked that lasted
But is a subtitle, KRS-One is more vital
And more lethal and more

As the suckers say, "He just dissed us
He got a problem, yo, conceited"
I'm not conceited, they just beat it
when I'm in a club I like to mingle
Seconds they're playin' that single
Loud as a collision and up dramatically
So the in the place will automatically
Time it, and right behind it

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

But to none of am I addicted
I like to remain free and
With the sickness of
The material road of
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 Scott's name to gain fame
See it's a that they're blinded
If they had a piece of I'd sign it

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

You've got the time, got the time

Down ratin' statements you always to make
You wanna create 'cos 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 utter negativity, never productivity
For the b-boy talent or b-boy

Yet when all the 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 your
It's the same, what a shame, now aim on what I shall obtain
Absolute respect from you, con, now you know it
I'm KRS One, short for poet

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

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 level
Just one of the Boogie Down Production rebels
Our reputation grows as the gets vicious
I will succeed while you suckers wishes

Time and time again I to be exciting
But time and time again you prove to be
I need no judge, no jury, no
With DJ Scott La Rock, 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
You've got the