Class of ’87

Lyrics

[Intro: Big Daddy Kane] Uh uh... what? Uh-huh Just put it down, baby What? Uh, yo, yo.. [Verse 1: Big Daddy Kane] Somebody let the lion out the den, I come flyin' out to win Whatever you tryin' 'bout to end – Kane's comin' Let me explain somethin' – re-root some place You couldn't shine around me wearin' a suit from Ma$e And that gruesome face – G, cock the hammer Let's test his stamina, or make him smile like he on Candid Camera I'm wreckin' jaws with extra force just because I have no respect for yours Against the boss, nigga, check your drawers Don't let it get to where I have to son ya And goin' back you wonder Put holes inside your chest like acupuncture Give me a reason to flip, I'll put deez in your lip Be laid up with I.V.'s in your wrist and you bleed when you piss Presence alone make the hardest cats soften Put niggas in the coffin, play Daddy to a female orphan I keeps it heated while so many get deleted And you close to bein' the next one to meet it Now beat it! [Verse 2: Kool G. Rap] Chandeliers glare, mahogany floors House on the shore with the balcony doors Marble walls like it's Carnegie Hall Armies of whores walk around in they drawers Mountains of raw, water fountains pour – take a tour Safe in the floor, draped in velour, paper galore Master suite, dinner table for four Sittin' on four acres or more Bracin' my jaw, scrapin' the floor Home of Capone, gold phone, take me to war Sip the Henny Rock straight with a straw, lovin' the cabbage Money stashes up in the mattress, fuckin' an actress Bless her finger with ten carats, leather giraffe it My suit fabrics, silk smooth, shoes jurassic Rip everything from new to classic Bulletproof jackets that move drastic Package the heron in blue plastic Who blew the racket? G. Luciano with the drug traffic Homicide's a thug habit, let your crew have it [Interlude: KRS-One] Word, word... feel that! Feel that! Word up Tony Touch – in the clutch, word up Word up – it's KRS-One! Comin' through – Big Daddy Kane, Kool G. Rap YouknowhatI'msayin? Giving you a moment to–to feel this Feel it up! My man Tony Touch, came to me in the clutch And he said, "Yo KRS-One, man I want you to get on this record and... And just represent for the Latin Quarter crew, y'know? Y'know – the Class of '87" So I said uhh, ha hah, I said "What's your name again?" He said, "Tony!" So I took his name and I reversed it And when Tony's reversed it spells - "Y NOT" So why not? [Verse 3: KRS-One] It's irrefutable, my facts are usable They might be new to you, but they suitable to the street entrepenuerial Mentally unmovable When I move it's your beautiful brutal funeral In your face or the bodega mural I can cure all, or kill all – which do you prefer it, y'all? I throw up lyrics like cats chokin' on furballs Herbal remedies and vocal melodies be changin' up my identity From Kool G. to K-A-N-E Movin' em up, movin' em up, breakin' em all the way down Takin' em up, shakin' em up, takin' away they sound You better be ready when I be comin around, layin' it down Divine speech for each – what you think, I'm playin around?!? I flash light on 'em, and rock mics for em But they can't see this MC 'cause I'm too bright for em The unraveller, world traveller, philosopher Timeless, K.R.S. – now, you rewind this!