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 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! [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!