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

Am I to stand 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, 'cos I'm
I know a lot of y'all are that I've lasted
But Blastmaster is a subtitle, 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, just couldn't beat it
when I'm in a club I like to mingle
Seconds later they're playin' 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
not surprising, we rock parties
Anywhere, anyone,
Some sound shoddy, like
But I'm blessed, the Lord
You see I to study, I like money
I like eatin' wheat bread honey

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

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

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

got the time, I've got the time

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

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

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

Just coolin' out a doubt, livin' life a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, with a delligence
I am 20, yet here's my present level
Just one of the Boogie Down Production rebels
Our reputation grows as the music gets
I will succeed while you suckers 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 Scott La Rock, better as The Destroyer

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