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

Am I supposed to here?
bright lights, I'll probably get a tan here
Scott, turn up the so I can hear, and talk faster
I'm the Blastmaster, 'cos I'm
I know a lot of y'all are shocked that lasted
But Blastmaster is a subtitle, KRS-One is more
And more 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 they're playin' single
Loud as a collision and pumped up
So the in the place will automatically
Time it, and dance right it

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

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

Unself-sufficient, 'cos they're
I'm not dissin', I'm teachin'
if you notice, not once
Have I Scott's name to gain fame
See it's a shame they're blinded
If they had a 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 this no sequel
Just a message, be and loving, but not a sucker
And stay away negative motherfuckers
They only pull you with their hate
But wait, here's somethin' to

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

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

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

I do not read the paper, I the dictionary
'Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn't me
The girls be lookin' sweeter, the be lookin' meaner
Carryin' bigger gun, shoot the for fun
If you could this 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 only 20, yet here's my present
one of the Boogie Down Production crew rebels
Our reputation grows as the gets vicious
I will while you suckers make wishes

Time and again I prove to be exciting
But time and time again you prove to be
I need no judge, no jury, no
DJ Scott La Rock, better 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, got the time
You've got the