[Verse 1] Chilling to tapes of Cool C and Schoolly D LP's, CD's and twelve inch thirty threes Ca**ette decks, j**el cases, and plastic sleeves Fat raps spinning on slip mats, on wax tracks Hearings cats max facts and flow like the sax Picking up grooves from Hollywood C-A Took shotgun on the 101 for the day Used to trip and flip over a skip Then I ripped wax to maxell With the cracked tracks, clear plastic shell And sponning the white label bootleg copy Had me a needle that once did me like a jalopy It even got choppy, sh** skipped like a stone Had stickers and digits on the platter 33 or 45 BDP's Stop the Violence b-side jimmy on jive
[Verse 2] Had the tape promo of blue flowers 1997, had the song stuck while in the shower Got, copped, and rocked, from a thrift shop Hearing em k** rhymes, like ill crime And I'm lounging in a chair where I chill and unwind Rewind ca**ettes and let my mind recline from fret Had some LP's stuck to the shrink wrap like tree sap Can't forget when Nas dropped Hip Hop is dead Lyrics, I rocked what he said Knowledge is food, and I was fed B side wins again Talk about getting ends while I'm mixing blends Won't forget Pure anisette with the hiss of a ca**ette Won't fret though, I had a few tapes that I let go