Peace of What

[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