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I'm a '88er, fly aviator I been seen the future, way back then on beta Winning is always better than losing And winning big is better still '88er Grave scandal, Tawana Brawley, New York City Before Giuliani turned Times Square to Walt Disney Low cost anesthetic epidemic, CD bought Wall graffiti'd up, cook coke, Scotty, beam me up Murder rate stats are staggerin', lives unravelin' Central Intelligence Agency is drug traffickin' Cops with bad tempers, politicians pushin' their agendas In the streets, it's murderers and rapists and sex offenders Where they're growin' the roses, bloodsuckin' bats, vultures are ferocious Roller coasters of rats and rodents and roaches Homeless vet with skin rashes from tuberculosis Narcosis, pimps and hookers and heroin overdoses Every snitchin' bird chirps, that's how the world works These hookers lookin' for who to burn first Porn theaters and perverts On your PRO-Keds there's bloody red spots and a dead cop Got his head shot on the fed watch, call Mayor Ed Koch C'mon I'm a '88er, straight from the days of the pissy elevator Letras de cancionesTeeny boppers, graffiti rockers, cops, and jealous haters Dangerous back blocks, crack rocks and mad cops who clap shots Aimin' to kill and steal a stash box From psycho niggas fightin' with whites and Hasidics Remember Willie Turks, Yusef Hawkins, and Michael Griffith N.Y., prolific, kicked it with the lowlifes and Deceps Who squeeze TECs, G-checkin niggas for weak checks Sinister dark minds, victims of hard times Pan Am Flight 103, Central Park Five Thank Reagan for makin' dealers kingpins, who would think then? We seein' Ms, all the shipments that's liftin' '88er, architect, camouflage vet My burner on the train, next to Bernhard Goetz From the time the space shuttle and Chernobyl exploded I voted for Dinkins knowin' he would never control it, word Global cocaine trade, buy and sell, clientele Drug cartels [❓], die in Hell Colombian gun dealers, citizens in cop status Bronx raid, six cops shot by Larry Davis A '88er, ATA the [❓] damn scams can't fail Land in jail, with a plan dumb like Dan Quayle Coke deal in the back streets, everybody sniffed out From Hollywood stars to celebrity athletes Hold the crowbar, stole the car, crackhead moonwalkin' With a Mike Jack' jacket, holdin' a broke VCR Mommy never get a raise, kids hustle for better days Crime forever pays, guardian angels with red berets Ain't no Spielberg extra-terrestrial phonin' home Just a homeless guy takin' a piss on the pay phone They thought AIDS was only for gays, mass confusion 'Til Ryan White, the boy caught it from a blood transfusion '88er I'm a '88er, fly aviator I been seen the future, way back then on beta I'm a '88er, fly aviator I been seen the future, way back then on beta I'm a '88er Killa Bee Echoin' through cell blocks and federal pens I told the people the truth I spelled out what had to be done, and we did it Intellectual honesty and integrity, that is how we ran the city And that's how we will continue to run this city From Letras Mania