“Hip-Hop Quotable”
It's a drive-in movie, no roofs on a bunch of Benz's
Let's try to reimagine the passion when I got in this
A panasonic with the taperecorder
Tryna level the treble and bass in order, the station sound distorted
I moved the dial to improve the sound, years later got a Sony stereo-system
No comparison with the boombox, my living room knocks
My nikka Mayo, next door, he bangin' on the wall, told us to stop
Take me back, drugs and money, we crudie, lungs smoky
Fiends in the hallway, bummy, just finished a OE, music savin' our lives
Just listen and gettin' fried to underrated emcees
Sprayin' somethin' to hide the aroma, still in my mom's cribs, was young and lazy
Quit school 'cause I needed fly shyt, the fiends would page me
Not tryin' to be locked on a bid, Queen's crazy
Guess jeans and Polo jacket, just in the crib causing all this racket
Always knew I was the verbal assassin
Submerged in the very dirty world, but only was half in
That's when I had an epiphany, Kane with last on “The Symphony”
If I could set a posse cut off, that'd be my entry
Pickin' up the stereo's remote control, quickly
Ron G’s in the cassette deck, rockin' the shyt, G
A surprise, I opened a bombshell in my mind
Tells me I could hook a beat up for myself to rhyme
My mom's hall closet and boxes all kind of shyt
Johnnie Taylor records and some good Grover Washingtons, I'm locking in
Grab a piece of vinyl, drop the needle at the top
Listen for a beat to rock, ninety minute tape, I got enough time
Play it one time, four bars, press record, then press pause, then restart
Record, loop, repeat, do that 'bout twenty times, yo, I made my first beat
Nas, from “Pause tapes” off the Light—Years LP