Class Of `87 lyrics

Artist  : Tony Touch Featuring Big Daddy Kane, Kool G. Rap, KRS-One 
Song : Class Of `87
 


[Big Daddy Kane]
Uh uh.. what? Uh-huh
Just
put it down baby
What? Uh, yo,
yo..

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
- we rules the place
You couldn't shine around
me wearin a suit from Mase
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 sun ya
And goin
back you wonder
Put holes inside your chest
like accupuncture
Give me a reason to flip
I'll put deez in your lip
Be laid up without
deez in your wrist
and you bleed when you
piss
Presence alone make the hardest cats
soften
Put niggaz 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!

[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
?? 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 the
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 her-on in blue
plastic
Who blew the racket? G. Luciano with
the drug traffic
Homicide's a thug habit let
your crew have it

[KRS-One]
Word,
word.. feel that! Feel that! Word up
Tony
Touch, in the cluth, word up
Word up.. it's
KRS-One
Comin through Big Daddy Kane, Kool G.
Rap
YouknowhatI'msayin?
Givin 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,
to 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 Y
NOT?

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 right 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!