Verse 1      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