Now that it's gone (what's wrong? ) Im feelin tired and sick
(how did they do it? ) I don't know I wasn't sleepin that long
When I woke up (what happened brother? )
My microphone was gone
At first I panicked (how? ) I put the cops on the case
But they were stuck (damm? ) without a clue or a trace
So sure as smokin cigarettes is bad for your health
If I want my microphone back I'll find it myself
So I picked up the phone (for what? )
I called dizzy
Dizzy: what's up?
My mic is gone
Dizzy: word?
Lets get busy
Before I could tell dizzy what I wanted to do
He was over at my house with the tms crew
He said
Dizzy: word is out in every mouth
In the street now that your mic is gone
Its not long yill your beatand then it hit me (damm)
I got a battle at six
Without my microphone Im guaranteed to get whipped
U might think it's unbelivable but word to the strenght
When it comes to rockin rhymes Im a musical nymph
They gave me other mics but yo it wasn't no use
I tried to rock one two one two
But I couldnt get loose I said forget it
My microphone or not I gotta do it
Give it all that I go (what if u loose? ) it be the first time I lost
But if I beat em I'll finally prove Im the boss
I grabbed my leather jacket walked through the streets
Suckers was hopin and preyin strictly dope would get beat
I begin to get hyped I was ready to fight
Yo I was confident that I'd win
To hell with the mic
I hopped up to the stage dizzy started the beat
Suckers shivered cause he tasted defeat
Then I signaled to dizzy bust a rhyme off my head
Perpetrator fell back (huh? ) and then he was dead
I was happy as hell cause I was lucky that nite
Put my hand in my pocket and there was my mic
The case of the misplaced mic
Strictly dope in the house
They finally did it (what's that? ) they stole the mic I grip Now that it's gone (what's wrong? ) Im feelin tired and sick (how did they do it? ) I don't know I wasn't sleepin that long When I woke up (what happened brother? ) My microphone was gone At first I panicked (how? ) I put the cops on the case But they were stuck (damm? ) without a clue or a trace So sure as smokin cigarettes is bad for your health If I want my microphone back I'll find it myself So I picked up the phone (for what? ) I called dizzy Dizzy: what's up? My mic is gone Dizzy: word? Lets get busy Before I could tell dizzy what I wanted to do He was over at my house with the tms crew He said Dizzy: word is out in every mouth In the street now that your mic is gone Its not long yill your beatand then it hit me (damm) I got a battle at six Without my microphone Im guaranteed to get whipped U might think it's unbelivable but word to the strenght When it comes to rockin rhymes Im a musical nymph They gave me other mics but yo it wasn't no use I tried to rock one two one two But I couldnt get loose I said forget it My microphone or not I gotta do it Give it all that I go (what if u loose? ) it be the first time I lost But if I beat em I'll finally prove Im the boss I grabbed my leather jacket walked through the streets Suckers was hopin and preyin strictly dope would get beat I begin to get hyped I was ready to fight Yo I was confident that I'd win To hell with the mic I hopped up to the stage dizzy started the beat Suckers shivered cause he tasted defeat Then I signaled to dizzy bust a rhyme off my head Perpetrator fell back (huh? ) and then he was dead I was happy as hell cause I was lucky that nite Put my hand in my pocket and there was my mic The case of the misplaced mic Strictly dope in the house Explain Request ×
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