The Life of a Tape - Blacastan

Ay yo, stick me in your tape deck I’m a cassette

You could record demos on me, crackheads try to pawn me

Jakes even use me to record statements

Play me back, get caught and catch life in the basement

No doubt I could be used for many a purpose

Never place me on a magnetic surface

I might catch amnesia and forget what I know

I recall being played in a fucked up Pinto

The deck got hot, ate me up till I popped

The owner pressed stop, then ejected

Tossed out the window neglected, by the curb I lay

Shorty, walking to school, picked me up the next day

He threw me in a Sony Walkman and pressed play

I snagged up again, he took me out, passed me to his friend

His friend fixed me, taped me up, now I’m crispy

Back together, better than ever

Now I’m limping in the inside pocket of his leather

His moms didn’t want him having me, said I promoted profanity

She hated, but he loved it

Ay yo, he threw me in his dude’s tape deck and he dubbed it

Gave a copy to his friend, my dub is my twin

My contents get under their skin, since

Since back in the days of NWA, parents been throwing me away

The life of a tape

Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes

I let my tape rock till my tape popped

Ay yo, my father was an 8-track, my son is a DAT

You could record demos on me, I told you before

Cop me at the bootlegger in front of the liquor store

Cause of me bootleggers, rappers was slappin' 'em

Sell a million of me and go platinum

Ask Funk Flex and Big Kap and 'em

Ay yo, DJs bought the vinyl out of the crate

Sit it on the turntable, then watch it rotate

33 RPM, revolutions per minute

A flex of the wrist, now the scratch is invented

Push the crossfader now the blend is authentic

He shouts out the crowd, they respond like guns

Gracefully take a bow, competition is won

Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes

I let my tape rock till my tape popped