Class Of '87 (feat. Big Daddy Kane, Kool G Rap & KRS-One)

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' – 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, ****, 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 **** 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!

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

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?

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!