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

Am I supposed to stand
These bright lights, 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 vital
And more lethal and vicious

As the suckers always say, "He just us
He got a problem, yo, conceited"
I'm not conceited, they 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 in the place will automatically
Time it, and dance behind it

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

But to none of am I addicted
I to remain free and unafflicted
With the of attachment
The road of entrapment
Those that walk 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
I said Scott's name to gain fame
See it's a that they're blinded
If had a piece of paper I'd sign it

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

got the time, I've got the time

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

Yet when all the currency comes in tax you wanna see me
My name is and now you guessed this
I got X-ray vision and I'm through your game
It's the same, a shame, now take aim on what 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, AIDS just doesn't me
The be lookin' sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner
Carryin' bigger gun, the people for fun
If you could realize you won't be called a toy
But yet a b-boy, and I know enjoy

coolin' out without a doubt, livin' life a little different
Yeah, different, innocent, with a little delligence
I am 20, yet here's my present level
Just one of the Boogie Production crew rebels
Our reputation as the music gets vicious
I will while you suckers make wishes

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

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