Essays on BDP-ism

Lyrics

(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)