[Verse 1]
Chilling to tapes of Cool C and Schoolly D
LP's, CD's and twelve inch thirty threes
Cassette decks, jewel 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, shit 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 kill rhymes, like ill crime
And I'm lounging in a chair where I chill and unwind
Rewind cassettes 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 cassette
Won't fret though, I had a few tapes that I let go