Rewinding The Tape

You were always in the mix with a bag full of cassettes, happy to connect with whoever to make them blast them in their decks
The tape man, you had that label attached and had respect
The way you always hustled hard, like damn, I was impressed
You roamed the underground, where nearly nobody was looking
But the few that did knew what the artists were cooking
Cause you prepared those tapes, mixed thеm well, listed the ingrеdients, brought them along and went hard with the pushing
You putting my name on those tapes and handing them out
Pushed me towards more shows which handed me more hands in the crowd
You were always openhanded and down to earth
What you did was worth a lot, hands down
The clock hands moved, we both grew
Had busy timetables and hungry stomaches
I stepped my game up while you got your label up and and running
So you signing me seemed like a rational call
But the problems often holla when a bag is involved

Even a nice record can harm needles
I´ve been wronged and I´ve wronged people
And I was wrong to take it out on you when
I was trying to cope with emotional upheavals
I guess my thoughts were all mixed up
Forgot about the mixtapes and what you did for us
So now I´m rewinding the tape
To apologize for getting it so messed up

I saw trouble emerging
Started looking at you like you were a firm and no longer a person
But when you backed out of the deal I took it personal
Though it was for you to decide where to place all of your earnings
You had your reasons, but I was young and filled with wrath
Was towing baggage and maybe I needed someone to point the finger at
Troubled waters made me flip out, started running my big mouth
Rained on your parade, I know that´s water under the bridge now
But it´s time I spat the truth, was never really mad at you
My head was mess and it remixed my attitude
I took shots at you, later I found out
I should´ve taped my mouth and just waited a while
I say it out loud as I give you the props that you never got
And apologiiize for the idiotic sh*t that I popped
You pushed our mixtapes, we were lucky to get a shot
I shoot my thoughts back in time, recall what you did for us as I say

Even a nice record can harm needles
I´ve been wronged and I´ve wronged people
And I was wrong to take it out on you when
I was trying to cope with emotional upheavals
I guess my thoughts were all mixed up
Forgot about the mixtapes and what you did for us
So now I´m rewinding the tape
To apologize for getting it so messed up