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

Am I supposed to stand
These 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 lasted
But is a subtitle, KRS-One is more vital
And more and more vicious

As the suckers say, "He just dissed us
He got a problem, yo, conceited"
I'm not conceited, they just couldn't it
'Cos I'm in a club I like to mingle
Seconds later they're that single
as a collision and pumped up dramatically
So the in the place will automatically
Time it, and dance right it

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

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

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

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

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

Down ratin' you always seem to make
You never wanna create 'cos b-boys you don't
You're self-whipped 'cos you it's not a gift
To execute the rhyme on time a shift
You only utter negativity, productivity
For the b-boy or b-boy productivity

Yet when all the currency in tax free you wanna see me
My name is and now you guessed this
I got X-ray 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, for poet

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

Just coolin' out without a doubt, life a little different
Yeah, different, innocent, with a little delligence
I am only 20, yet here's my level
Just one of the Boogie Production crew rebels
Our grows as the music gets vicious
I will succeed while you make wishes

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

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