Essays on BDP-ism 歌詞

Verse 1 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, cos 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 And more lethal and more vicious As the suckers always say, "He just dissed us! He got a problem, yo, he's conceited" I'm not conceited, they just couldn't beat it Cos when I'm in a club I like to mingle Seconds later they're 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 It's not surprising, we rock parties Anywhere, anyone, anybody Some sound shoddy, like cardboard But I'm blessed, praise the lord You see I like to study, I like money I like eatin' wheat bread with honey