Class of '87 lyrics

Artist  : Tony touch 
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!