Essays on BDP-ism

(I’ve got the time you’ve got the time)

Yo feel this recorded in ’87

The last BDP song produced by Scott La Rock

(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 cause 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 (Vital....)

And more lethal and more vicious

As the suckers always say "He just dissed us” (Dissed us.....)

He got a problem yo he's conceited"

I'm not conceited they just couldn't beat it (Beat it....)

Cause when I'm in a club I like to mingle

Seconds later they're playing that single

Loud as a collision and pumped up dramatically

So the people in the place will automatically

Time it time it (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 (Anybody....)

Some sound shoddy like cardboard

But I'm blessed praise the Lord

You see I like to study I like money

I like eating wheat bread with honey (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 (What a mean?...) (Entrapment...)

Those that walk this road become weak

They can't think they can't speak

Unself sufficient cause they're leeching (They're leeching...)

I'm not dissing I'm simply teaching

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 (Class....)

I've only come to educate the mass

Of young people to this there's no sequel

Just a message be peaceful (Peacefull...)

And loving but not a sucker

And stay away from negative motherfuckers (Motherfuckers...)

They only pull you down with their hate

But wait here's something to meditate (Meditate...........)

(You’ve got the time)

(I’ve got the time)

Down rating statements you always seem to make

You never wanna create cause B-boys you don't affiliate

You're self-whipped cause you claim it's not a gift

To execute the rhyme on time without a shift

You own other 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 looking through your game

It's the same what a shame now take aim on what I shall obtain

Absolute respect from your conquest now you know it

I'm Blastmaster KRS-One short for poet

I do not read the paper I read the dictionary

Cause nuclear destruction yeah A.I.D.S. just doesn't scare me

The girls be looking sweeter the cops be looking meaner

Carrying bigger gun shake the gun shoot the people for fun

If you could realise this you won't be called a toy

But yet a B-boy and I know you'll enjoy

Just cooling out without a doubt living life a little different

Yeah different never innocent with a little diligence

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!”

(The Destroyer.......)

(You’ve got the time)

(I’ve got the time)

(You’ve got the time)

(I’ve got the time)

(You you you you you’ve got the time)

(I’ve got the time)

(You you you you you’ve got the time)