Mixtapes Drops (Phatiszimo “Ting Tryer #1” / 182 Mix) [Instrumental]

E-Dot – “Mixtapes Drops (Phatiszimo "Ting Tryer #1" / 182 Mix)”
[Produced by Phatiszimo "Ting Tryer #1"]

[Verse 1: E-Dot]
Yo, I’ve been down from the get-go, been to every ghetto
In your possession, you gon’ find it hard to let go (Uh huh, uh huh)
And if it’s done right, that shit is, like, special
Ayyo, play me again. Sometimes
I’m just full of blends. Every volume
Running your ends. Tag me with pens
What do I sound like? Well, that all depend (No)
Bop to my beats, you pass it on to your friend
Blessed by a DJ with a crate full of jams (Wicka wicka)
Yo, reel it back—uh huh, uh huh—play it again (Yo)
Call me raunchy, your mastermind Tony Toca
Get, drop some local emcees. It be over
Exclusive tracks from Mobb Deep or J-Hova
Yeah, they got beef, but what I do is much older
Way more tracks than I done told ya in the
Decks and backpacks of all y’all real street soldiers (Mixtapes)

[Bridge 1: E-Dot]
Uh uh uh uh oh oh. Uh. Uh uh uh uh oh oh. Yo. Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh, yo, oh. Uh, uh (OK!)

[Verse 2: E-Dot]
Ain’t it something? (Yo) First was pause buttons (Uh huh, uh huh)
And then these DJs incorporated cutting (Cutting)
I used to be free and passed around for nothing (Nothing)
But now I’m made for the change—the quick buck, man
Getting people to know my name—it’s all fronting
But just as long as y’all keep rotations bumping (Bumping)
But, nowadays, most of us is full of junk, man (Man)
Hoping to find enough hits to get it crunk—damn! (Damn!)
Some of these jams you’ll never hear again (Uh huh, uh huh)
Some of these jams will be classics (Like mine)
Some of these jams will cause mad beefs
And some of these mens will get their ass kicked (It wasn’t me!)
I’m mostly ninety minutes (Oh), combinations infinite (Oh)
Too many DJs just be shatting all up in it (Uh huh)
I just speak the truth. I don’t mean to be a cynic (Cynic)
Yo, flip the tape. The first side is now finished
Mixtapes

[Bridge 2: E-Dot]
Ayyo, oh oh oh oh. E-Dot up in the spot, ready to, uh (Yo oh oh oh oh oh oh). A-ha a-ha. (Nigga) Yeah, yo, Bone, that sound nice, huh? (OK!). Yo, P, yo, yo, aight, aight

[Verse 3: E-Dot]
Yo, let’s get it started with some classics
Like P.E. "Welcome To The Terrordome" (That's my shit)
Yo, like Rakim because there’s nothing like the baritone
Repeat MD or LL. I like “Boomin’ Systems”
So I made our album sell well. Back to the wrath
Of Cain. I can vary deeply. KRS
Is his name. Guessing what comes next is the game
Without a DJ on the Flex, it just ain’t the same
Most of these tapes, well, they’re just straight lame
Year to year, the number one mixtape change. And if
I snap, yep, you gon’ repair me again
So find me if I’m lost and just rekindle the flame (Yo, man, there it is!)
So, yo, yo, push play (Yo). E-Dot on a D.L
Tape, you don’t say. Pretty soon, the whole damn
World gon’ know me (Say it). Put me in a deck
A Maxell or Sony. And play me again
And, yeah. Dub it for your friend (OK!)