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

Am I to stand here?
bright lights, I'll probably 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 shocked that I've
But Blastmaster is a subtitle, is more vital
And more and more vicious

As the suckers always say, "He 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 later playin' that single
Loud as a collision and pumped up
So the people in the place will
Time it, and right behind it

Those have it on tape will rewind it
not surprising, we rock parties
Anywhere, anyone,
Some shoddy, like cardboard
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 like to free and unafflicted
the sickness of attachment
The material road of
that walk this road become weak
They can't think, they speak

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

That's called an autograph, is called a class
I've only come to educate the
Of young people, to this there's no
a message, be peaceful and loving, but not a sucker
And stay away negative motherfuckers
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 you claim it's not a gift
To the rhyme on time without a shift
You utter negativity, never productivity
For the b-boy or b-boy productivity

Yet when all the currency comes in tax you wanna see me
My name is and now you guessed this
I got X-ray vision and I'm lookin' through game
It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I obtain
respect from you, con, 'cos 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, the people for fun
If you could this you won't be called a toy
But yet a b-boy, and I you'll enjoy

Just coolin' out without a doubt, livin' life a little
Yeah, different, innocent, with a little delligence
I am only 20, yet here's my level
Just one of the Boogie Down Production crew
Our reputation as the music gets vicious
I will succeed while you suckers wishes

and time 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, better as The Destroyer

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