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

Am I supposed to 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, I'm blasted
I a lot of y'all are shocked that I've lasted
But Blastmaster is a subtitle, KRS-One is more
And lethal and more vicious

As the suckers say, "He just dissed us
He got a problem, yo, conceited"
I'm not conceited, they just couldn't it
'Cos I'm in a club I like to mingle
Seconds later 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 will it
It's not surprising, we rock
Anywhere, anyone,
Some shoddy, like cardboard
But I'm blessed, praise the
You see I like to study, I like
I like wheat bread with honey

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

Unself-sufficient, 'cos they're
I'm not dissin', I'm teachin'
Well if you notice, not
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

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

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

Down ratin' statements you always seem to
You never wanna 'cos b-boys 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 utter negativity, never
For the b-boy talent or 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 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 the paper, I read the dictionary
'Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just scare me
The girls be lookin' sweeter, the cops be 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 know enjoy

Just coolin' out a doubt, livin' life a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little
I am only 20, yet my present level
Just one of the Boogie Production crew rebels
Our reputation as the music gets vicious
I will succeed you suckers make wishes

Time and time again I to be exciting
But time and time 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
got the time