Verse 1
Am i supposed to stand here?
These bright lights iand'll probably get a tan here
Scott turn up the master
So i can hear and talk faster
Iand'm the blastmaster cos iand'm blasted
I know a lot of yand'all are shocked that iand've lasted
But blastmaster is a subtitle
Krs one is more vital
And more lethal and more vicious
As the suckers always say andquot;he just dissed us!
He got a problem, yo, heand's conceitedandquot;
Iand'm not conceited, they just couldnand't beat it
Cos when iand'm in a club i like to mingle
Seconds later theyand're playinand' 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
Itand's not surprising, we rock parties
Anywhere, anyone, anybody
Some sound shoddy, like cardboard
But iand'm blessed, praise the lord
You see i like to study, i like money
I like eatinand' 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 canand't think, they canand't speak
Unself-sufficient, cos theyand're leeching
Iand'm not dissinand', iand'm simply teachinand'
Well if you notice, not once
Have i said scottand's name to gain fame
See itand's a shame that theyand're blinded
If they had a piece of paper iand'd sign it
Thatand's called an autograph, this is called a class
Iand've only come to educate the mass
Of young people, to this thereand'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, hereand's somethinand' to meditate...
Verse 2
Downratinand' statements you always seem to make
You never wanna create cos b-boys you donand't affiliate
Youand're self-whipped cos you claim itand'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 iand'm lookinand' through your game
Itand's the same, what a shame, now take aim on what i shall obtain
Absolute respect from you, con, cos now you know it
Iand'm blastmaster krs one, short for poet
I do not read the paper, i read the dictionary
Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, aids just doesnand't scare me
The girls be lookinand' sweeter, the cops be lookinand' meaner
Carryinand' bigger gun, shoot the people for fun
If you could realise this you wonand't be called a toy
But yet a b-boy, and i know youand'll enjoy
Just coolinand' out without a doubt, livinand' life a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little dilligence
I am only 20, yet hereand'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!
