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

Am I supposed to here?
These bright lights, 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 lethal and more

As the suckers always say, "He just 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 playin' that
Loud as a collision and pumped up
So the people in the will automatically
it, and dance right 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 honey

But to of these am I addicted
I like to remain and unafflicted
With the of attachment
The material of entrapment
Those that walk this road weak
They can't think, they can't

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 that they're blinded
If they had a piece of 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 there's no
a message, be peaceful and loving, but not a sucker
And stay away from motherfuckers
They pull you down with their hate
But wait, here's somethin' to

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

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

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

I do not read the paper, I read the
nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn't scare me
The be lookin' sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner
Carryin' bigger gun, shoot the 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 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 gets vicious
I will succeed while you make wishes

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

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