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

Am I to stand here?
These bright lights, probably get a tan here
Scott, turn up the master so I can hear, and faster
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 more
And more lethal and more

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

Those that have it on tape will 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 like
I like eatin' bread with honey

But to none of am I addicted
I to remain free and unafflicted
With the of attachment
The road of entrapment
Those that walk this road weak
They can't think, can't speak

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

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

got the time, I've got the time

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

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

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

coolin' out without a doubt, livin' life a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, with a delligence
I am only 20, yet here's my level
one of the Boogie Down Production crew rebels
Our reputation grows as the music vicious
I will succeed you suckers make 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
With DJ Scott La Rock, known as The Destroyer

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