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

Am I to stand here?
These bright lights, probably get a tan here
Scott, turn up the master so I can hear, and faster
I'm the Blastmaster, 'cos I'm
I know a lot of y'all are that I've 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, just couldn't beat it
'Cos I'm in a club I like to mingle
Seconds later playin' that single
Loud as a and pumped up dramatically
So the people in the place will
Time it, and dance right it

Those that it on tape will rewind it
not surprising, we rock parties
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 of these am I addicted
I like to free and unafflicted
With the of attachment
The material of entrapment
that walk this road become weak
They can't think, can't speak

Unself-sufficient, 'cos leeching
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 that they're
If they had a of paper I'd sign it

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

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

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

Yet when all the currency in tax free you wanna see me
My name is Kris and now you this
I got X-ray vision and I'm lookin' your game
It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall
Absolute respect 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, AIDS doesn't scare me
The girls be sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner
bigger gun, shoot the people 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 without a doubt, livin' life a different
Yeah, different, never innocent, with a delligence
I am 20, yet here's my present level
one of the Boogie Down Production crew rebels
Our reputation grows as the gets vicious
I will succeed you suckers make wishes

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