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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, I'm blasted
I a lot of y'all are shocked that I've lasted
But is a subtitle, KRS-One is more vital
And lethal 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 I'm in a club I like to mingle
Seconds they're playin' that single
as a collision and pumped up dramatically
So the in the place will automatically
Time it, and dance right it

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

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

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

That's called an autograph, this is called a
I've only to educate the mass
Of people, to this there's no sequel
Just a message, be peaceful and loving, but not a
And away from negative motherfuckers
They only pull you down with their
But wait, here's somethin' to

got the time, I've got the time

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

Yet all the currency comes in tax free you wanna see me
My name is Kris and now you guessed
I got X-ray vision and I'm lookin' through game
It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on 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 read the
nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn't scare me
The girls be lookin' sweeter, the be lookin' meaner
Carryin' bigger gun, the people for fun
If you could realize this you won't be a toy
But yet a b-boy, and I know you'll

coolin' out without a doubt, livin' life a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, a little delligence
I am only 20, yet here's my present
Just one of the Boogie Production crew rebels
Our reputation as the music gets vicious
I will succeed while you make wishes

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

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