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thomas prime - class of '99 lyrics

[intro: akin]
miss that era to death, huh?
miss that era to death
i, i miss that era to death, uh
what up, though?
yes, i miss that era

[verse 1: akin]
uh, one for the money, two for p-ssy and foreign cars
three for my drunken pen that’s slaying suckas counting bars
i’m on that trill sh-t. intuitive and still spit
top-40-caliber rapper that’s here to school kids
just say no and roll—you know a earth quake
knock ’em out the box from the start, f-ck on the first date
we trap kids. going home—that’s where the crack is
night of the living baseheads, dreads, and saddest
avenge us

[hook: akin] (x4)
that’s us, that’s us, that’s us, that’s us, that’s us
the cl-ss of ’99

[verse 2: akin]
ayyo, emmitt smith, errict rhett—that ring a bell?
legendary black athletes, they ran the ‘ville
never made the team (nope). but i would emerge
drunken off the mickey’s ice—yikes! i’m nice on the curb
of ill street blues. bottle after bottle, we boozed
down on my luck, i had refined reb-ttal to shoot
k!lling you birds. always had a way with these words
now i jot down ways them words could strike nerds
in a whole constellation, we had to align
form a phalanx of stars—now they call it a cyne
take a peak into the future. what do you see?
quite a long road ahead. still, i’m happier me
for better or worse, i learned to put family first
while hannity boasts a remedy, humanity hurts
fire this time. thomas prime, see, i had to rhyme
valedictorian ’99, n-gga

[hook: akin] (x4)
that’s us, that’s us, that’s us, that’s us, that’s us
the cl-ss of ’99

[bridge: akin]
no sold-out [?] here
akinlola speak, speaking to the people
tell ’em, tell ’em what you see
no sold-out [?] here
akinlola speak, speaking to the people
tell ’em, tell ’em what you see
uh. tell ’em what you see
kurt diggler. tell ’em what you see
uh. tell ’em what you see
rhyme sinister

[outro: akin]
yeah. leonard allen. what up, all the homies? (cl-ss of ’99) [?]. what up? huh? diego iborra. huh? what up? my n-gga ghost. clyde graham. e-rock. huh? the cl-ss of ’99. what it do, [?]. eddie, eddie, eddie, eddie. shouts to [?]. huh? what up, though? yes. the cl-ss of ’99

- thomas prime lyrics

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