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

Am I supposed to stand
These bright lights, probably get a tan here
Scott, up the master so I can hear, and talk faster
I'm the Blastmaster, I'm blasted
I know a lot of are shocked that I've lasted
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 club I like to
Seconds they're playin' that single
Loud as a collision and pumped up
So the people in the place will
Time it, and dance behind it

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

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

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

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

got the time, I've got the time

Down ratin' statements you always to make
You wanna create 'cos b-boys you don't affiliate
You're self-whipped you claim it's not a gift
To execute the rhyme on time without a
You only utter negativity, productivity
For the talent or b-boy 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 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 nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS doesn't scare me
The girls be sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner
Carryin' bigger gun, shoot the for fun
If you could realize you won't be called a toy
But yet a b-boy, and I you'll enjoy

coolin' out without 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 Production crew rebels
Our reputation grows as the music gets
I will succeed while you suckers wishes

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

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