You've got the time   I've got the time   You've got the time      Am I supposed to stand here?   These bright lights, I'll probably get a tan here   Scott, turn up the master so I can hear, and talk faster   I'm the Blastmaster, 'cos I'm blasted   I know a lot of y'all are shocked that I've lasted   But Blastmaster is a subtitle, KRS-One is more vital   And more lethal and more vicious      As the suckers always say, "He just dissed us   He got a problem, yo, he's conceited"   I'm not conceited, they just couldn't beat it   'Cos when I'm in a club I like to mingle   Seconds later they're playin' that single   Loud as a collision and pumped up dramatically   So the people in the place will automatically   Time it, and dance right behind it      Those that have it on tape will rewind it   It's not surprising, we rock parties   Anywhere, anyone, anybody   Some sound shoddy, like cardboard   But I'm blessed, praise the Lord   You see I like to study, I like money   I like eatin' wheat bread with honey      But to none of these am I addicted   I like to remain free and unafflicted   With the sickness of attachment   The material road of entrapment   Those that walk this road become weak   They can't think, they can't speak      Unself-sufficient, 'cos they're leeching   I'm not dissin', I'm simply teachin'   Well if you notice, not once   Have I said Scott's name to gain fame   See it's a shame that they're blinded   If they had a piece of paper I'd sign it      That's called an autograph, this is called a class   I've only come to educate the mass   Of young people, to this there's no sequel   Just a message, be peaceful and loving, but not a sucker   And stay away from negative motherfuckers   They only pull you down with their hate   But wait, here's somethin' to meditate      You've got the time, I've got the time      Down ratin' statements you always seem to make   You never wanna create 'cos b-boys you don't affiliate   You're self-whipped 'cos you claim it's not a gift   To execute the rhyme on time without a shift   You only utter negativity, never productivity   For the b-boy talent or b-boy productivity      Yet when all the currency comes in tax free you wanna see me   My name is Kris and now you guessed this   I got X-ray vision and I'm lookin' through your game   It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtain   Absolute respect from you, con, 'cos now you know it   I'm Blastmaster KRS One, short for poet      I do not read the paper, I read the dictionary   'Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn't scare me   The girls be lookin' sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner   Carryin' bigger gun, shoot the people for fun   If you could realize this you won't be called a toy   But yet a b-boy, and I know you'll enjoy      Just coolin' out without a doubt, livin' life a little different   Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little delligence   I am only 20, yet here's my present level   Just one of the Boogie Down Production crew rebels   Our reputation grows as the music gets vicious   I will succeed while you suckers make wishes      Time and time again I prove to be exciting   But time and time again you prove to be biting   I need no judge, no jury, no lawyers   With DJ Scott La Rock, better known as The Destroyer      You've got the time, I've got the time   You've got the time, I've got the time   You've got the time, I've got the time   You've got the time