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

Am I to stand here?
bright lights, I'll 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 shocked that I've
But is a subtitle, KRS-One is more vital
And more and more vicious

As the suckers always say, "He just us
He got a problem, yo, conceited"
I'm not conceited, they couldn't beat it
'Cos when I'm in a club I like to
Seconds later they're playin' single
Loud as a collision and up dramatically
So the people in the will automatically
Time it, and dance right it

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

But to of these 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, can't speak

Unself-sufficient, they're leeching
I'm not dissin', I'm teachin'
if you notice, not once
Have I said name to gain fame
See it's a that they're blinded
If had a piece of paper I'd sign it

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

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

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

Yet when all the currency comes in tax you wanna see me
My name is Kris and now you guessed
I got X-ray vision and I'm lookin' through your
the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtain
Absolute respect from you, con, now you know it
I'm Blastmaster KRS One, for poet

I do not read the paper, I read the
'Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn't me
The girls be lookin' sweeter, the be lookin' 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 you'll enjoy

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

and time again I prove to be exciting
But time and again you prove to be biting
I need no judge, no jury, no
With DJ 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, got the time
You've got the