Sure thing, partner. Picture this: you take a dusty tape, cramp it into a cheap camcorder, hit play and, while the tape’s still spooling, you glitch the footage with a jittery screen saver that runs on an old PC. The tape’s hiss becomes a rhythm, the bright spots a neon graffiti, and the frame drops—oh, those are the verses. Drop a few tracks of synth, layer a loop of static, and you’ve got a living poem that screams retro rebellion. Give me a tape, and I’ll give you a glitch that won’t be scrubbed clean for the next decade.