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Verse 1
Am i supposed to stand here?
These bright lights i&#39;ll probably get a tan here
Scott turn up the master
So i can hear and talk faster
I&#39;m the blastmaster cos i&#39;m blasted
I know a lot of y&#39;all are shocked that i&#39;ve lasted
But blastmaster is a subtitle
Krs one is more vital
And more lethal and more vicious
As the suckers always say &quot;he just dissed us
He got a problem, yo, he&#39;s conceited&quot;
I&#39;m not conceited, they just couldn&#39;t beat it
Cos when i&#39;m in a club i like to mingle
Seconds later they&#39;re playin&#39; 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&#39;s not surprising, we rock parties
Anywhere, anyone, anybody
Some sound shoddy, like cardboard
But i&#39;m blessed, praise the lord
You see i like to study, i like money
I like eatin&#39; 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&#39;t think, they can&#39;t speak
Unself-sufficient, cos they&#39;re leeching
I&#39;m not dissin&#39;, i&#39;m simply teachin&#39;
Well if you notice, not once
Have i said scott&#39;s name to gain fame
See it&#39;s a shame that they&#39;re blinded
If they had a piece of paper i&#39;d sign it
That&#39;s called an autograph, this is called a class
I&#39;ve only come to educate the mass
Of young people, to this there&#39;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&#39;s somethin&#39; to
Verse 2
Downratin&#39; statements you always seem to make
You never wanna create cos b-boys you don&#39;t affiliate
You&#39;re self-whipped cos you claim it&#39;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&#39;m lookin&#39; through your game
It&#39;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&#39;m blastmaster krs one, short for poet
I do not read the paper, i read the dictionary
Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, aids just doesn&#39;t scare me
The girls be lookin&#39; sweeter, the cops be lookin&#39; meaner
Carryin&#39; bigger gun, shoot the people for fun
If you could realise this you won&#39;t be called a toy
But yet a b-boy, and i know you&#39;ll enjoy
Just coolin&#39; out without a doubt, livin&#39; life a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little dilligence
I am only 20, yet here&#39;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

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