WHO'S ON THE TAPE?

Name: WHO'S ON THE TAPE?
Duration: 295 s
Description: WHO'S ON THE TAPE? by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “The list gettin' tighter, the air gettin' thin, Old school rules, new school money, where do we begin?…”

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Intro

Yo. Run the tape back. They talkin' Mount Rushmores... lists... eras... The game changed, the rules changed, the BAG changed. But the hands? The routes? That's eternal. Let's debate. Ten down to one. Let's get it.

Verse 1

We start at ten, a glitch in the code, they called him Megatron, Physical titan, that '12 season stat line was a bomb. 1,964 yards, DBs looked like boys, A short career but he made a long-lasting noise. Number nine, pop your popcorn, it's T.O. on the scene, Second all-time in the yards, yeah, the man was a machine. Size and the speed, but the drama kept the league tense, Love him or hate him, his production made perfect sense. Eight is for Cris Carter, all he did was catch a TD, Toe-drag swag on the sideline, it was must-see TV. In a run-heavy era, he put the team on his back, Best hands in the league, that's a straight-up fact. Seven, Marvin Harrison, quiet killer, route technician, Sync with Peyton Manning was a supernatural condition. 143 catches in a season, that's the record he holds, A story of precision, more priceless than gold. Droppin' to six, this the throwback, the architect, Don Hutson, 1940s, puttin' the league in check. He invented the routes that your favorite receiver runs, Led the league in touchdowns nine times, the first of the suns.

Pre-chorus

The list gettin' tighter, the air gettin' thin, Old school rules, new school money, where do we begin? They wasn't catchin' slants across the middle with no fear back then, Now it's defenseless receiver, let the new age begin.

Chorus

WHO'S ON THE TAPE? WHO THE GOAT? Huh? CHECK THE STATS, GRAB THE REMOTE! Run it! ERAS, RULES, AND THE PAY, WHO YOU REALLY GOT AT THE END OF THE DAY? WHO'S ON THE TAPE? WHO THE GOAT? Tell me! READ THE COVERAGE, FIND THE HOLE! Yuh! SYSTEM PLAYER OR THE TRUTH? THIS THE REAL DEBATE FOR THE VETS AND THE YOUTH!

Verse 2

Top five, let's ride, it's Larry Fitz, Mr. Consistent, Most playoff yards in history, his greatness is persistent. Seventeen seasons, never heard a single complaint, When the lights got brightest, he was a certified saint. Number four, different breed, call him Steve Largent, see, Held all the records when DBs could commit battery. Not the fastest, not the biggest, but his routes were pure art, Played in a ground-and-pound league and he tore it apart. Now we at three, the star on the helmet, the talk and the walk, Michael "The Playmaker" Irvin, made the whole league flock. Leader of a dynasty, three rings on the hand, Defined the X-receiver, the most clutch in the land. He wasn't just in the system, he WAS the system's heart, A different type of weapon right from the very start.

Chorus

Bridge

Contracts exploded, from a mill' to a hundred mill' flight, A great wideout can make a scrambling QB look right. They affect the run game, pullin' safeties out the box deep, But some fast dudes had stone hands, made the coaches weep. It ain't all about the 40 time, it's the cuts and the vision, A slow master of routes can create his own collision. Defenses adapted, bracket coverage, cloud on the star, But the greats find a way to get open, no matter how far.

Chorus

Two... the most gifted, a freak of nature, a myth, Randy Moss, made the verb "to Moss" a monolith. Single-season TD king, changed the geometry of the field, Straight cash, homie, his raw talent was unreal. ...But there's one... One name above 'em all, no debate, it's a wrap. The undisputed, the blueprint, he perfected the trap. All the records, the rings, the work ethic, the grace, JERRY RICE is number one, he won the human race. Played into his forties, still cookin' the best of the best, The GOAT of all GOATS, put the argument to rest.

Outro

The tape don't lie. Longevity. Dominance. Rings. There's levels to this. mBaileyz. Out.

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