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

Am I to stand here?
These bright lights, I'll get a tan here
Scott, turn up the so I can hear, and talk faster
I'm the Blastmaster, 'cos I'm
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 suckers always say, "He just us
He got a problem, yo, conceited"
I'm not conceited, just couldn't beat it
when I'm in a club I like to mingle
Seconds later they're playin' single
as a collision and pumped up dramatically
So the people in the place automatically
Time it, and dance right it

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

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

Unself-sufficient, they're leeching
I'm not dissin', I'm teachin'
Well if you notice, not
Have I Scott's name to gain fame
See it's a shame that they're
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
Just a message, be peaceful and loving, but not a
And away from negative motherfuckers
They only pull you with their hate
But wait, here's to meditate

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

Down ratin' statements you seem to make
You never wanna create 'cos you don't affiliate
You're self-whipped 'cos you claim not a gift
To execute the rhyme on time a shift
You only utter negativity, never
For the b-boy talent or b-boy

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' your game
It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on I shall obtain
respect from you, con, 'cos now you know it
I'm KRS One, short for poet

I do not read the paper, I the dictionary
'Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, just doesn't scare me
The girls be lookin' sweeter, the cops be meaner
bigger gun, shoot the people for fun
If you could realize this you be called a toy
But yet a b-boy, and I know you'll

Just coolin' out 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 grows as the music gets vicious
I will succeed you suckers make wishes

Time and time I prove to be exciting
But and time again you prove to be biting
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
got the time, I've got the time
You've got the