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

Am I supposed to here?
These bright lights, probably 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 I've
But Blastmaster is a subtitle, KRS-One is more
And more and more vicious

As the always say, "He just dissed us
He got a problem, yo, conceited"
I'm not conceited, they just beat it
'Cos when I'm in a club I to mingle
Seconds later they're that single
as a collision and pumped up dramatically
So the people in the will automatically
Time it, and dance behind it

Those that it on tape will rewind it
It's not surprising, we rock
Anywhere, anyone,
Some sound shoddy, like
But I'm blessed, the Lord
You see I like to study, I like
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 road of
Those that this road become weak
They can't think, they speak

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

called an autograph, this 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 from negative motherfuckers
only pull you down with their hate
But wait, here's somethin' to

You've got the time, got the time

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

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 aim on what I shall obtain
Absolute from you, con, 'cos now you know it
I'm KRS One, short for poet

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

Just out without a doubt, livin' life a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, 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 and time again you prove to be biting
I need no judge, no jury, no
With DJ La Rock, better known as The Destroyer

You've got the time, 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