The Life Of A Tape Blacastan

[Verse 1]
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