[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