[Verse 1] Am I supposed to stand here? These bright lights, Ill probably get a tan here Scott, turn up the master So I can hear, and talk faster Im the Blastmaster, cos Im blasted I know a lot of yall are shocked that Ive 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, hes conceited Im not conceited, they just couldnt beat it Cos when Im in a club I like to mingle Seconds later theyre 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 Its not surprising, we rock parties Anywhere, anyone, anybody Some sound shoddy, like cardboard But Im 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 cant think, they cant speak Unselfsufficient, cos theyre leeching Im not dissin, Im simply teachin Well if you notice, not once Have I said Scotts name to gain fame See its a shame that theyre blinded If they had a piece of paper Id sign it Thats called an autograph, this is called a class Ive only come to educate the mass Of young people, to this theres 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, heres somethin to meditate... [Verse 2] Downratin statements you always seem to make You never wanna create cos bboys you dont affiliate Youre selfwhipped cos you claim its not a gift To execute the rhyme on time without a shift You only utter negativity, never productivity For the bboy talent or bboy 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 Xray vision and Im lookin through your game Its the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtain Absolute respect from you, con, cos now you know it Im Blastmaster KRS ONE, short for poet I do not read the paper, I read the dictionary Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesnt scare me The girls be lookin sweeter, the cops be lookin meaner Carryin bigger gun, shoot the people for fun If you could realise this you wont be called a toy But yet a bboy, and I know youll enjoy Just coolin out without a doubt, l ivin life a little different Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little dilligence I am only 20, yet heres 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!
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