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

Am I to stand here?
These bright lights, I'll probably get a tan
Scott, turn up the master so I can hear, and talk
I'm the Blastmaster, 'cos I'm
I know a lot of y'all are shocked I've lasted
But Blastmaster is a subtitle, is more vital
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 I like to mingle
Seconds they're playin' that single
Loud as a and pumped up dramatically
So the people in the will automatically
Time it, and dance behind it

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

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

Unself-sufficient, they're 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 that they're
If had a piece of paper I'd sign it

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

You've got the time, got the time

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

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

I do not read the paper, I read the
'Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, just doesn't scare me
The girls be sweeter, the cops be lookin' 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 enjoy

Just coolin' out without a doubt, livin' a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, a little delligence
I am only 20, yet here's my present
one of the Boogie Down Production crew rebels
Our reputation grows as the music vicious
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 no judge, no jury, no lawyers
With DJ Scott La Rock, known as The Destroyer

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