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The Case of the Misplaced Mic, No. 1

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The Case of the Misplaced Mic, No. 1

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They finally did it, what's that?

* Verse 1 - 2pac (DJ Bizzy)

They stole the mic I grip

Now that it's gone, what's wrong?

I'm feelin' tired and sick

How did they do it? I wasn't sleepin' that long

When I woke up, my microphone was gone

At first I panicked, I put the cops on the case

But they was stumped without a clue or a trace

So as sure a smoking cigarettes is bad for your health

If I want my microphone back, I'll find it myself

So I picked up the phone, I called Dizzy

My mic's gone, let's get busy

Before I told Dizzy what I wanted to do

They finally did it (whats that?)

They stole the mic i grip

Now that its Gone (whats wrong?)

I'm feelin' tired and sick

(How did they do it?) I don't know I

wasnt sleepin that long

When i woke up (what happened brotha?)

My Microphone was gone

First I paniced (how?)

I put the cops on the case

But they was stumped (damn)

Without a clue or a trace

So as sure a smoking cigarettes

is bad for your health

If i want my microphone back

i'll do it my self

So I picked up the phone (For what?)

I called Dizzy (Whats up?)

My Mics gone (Wurd?)

Lets get Busy

Before I told Dizzy what I wanted to Do

He was over at my house with the TMS crew

He said, "Word is out on every mouth on the street

He said (Word is out on every

Now that your mic is gone, it's not long 'til your beat"

mouth on the street

Now that its gone its not

And then, it hit me, I got a battle at 6

long 'til your beat)

With out my microphone, I'm guaranteed to get whipped

And then it hit me (DAMNNN)

You might think it's unbelievable but word to the strength

I got a battle at 6

When it comes to rockin' rhymes, I'm a Musical Nimth

With out my microphone

I'm guaranteed to get whipped

Ya might think its unbelievable

But word to the strength

When it comes to rockin rhymes

Im a musical nimth

They Gave me other mics

But yo it wasn't no use

I tried to rock it (one-two one-two)

But I couldn't get loose

I said forget it

Ya microphone or not

And I got to do this

Give it all that I got (Yo what if ya loose?)

It'd be the first time I lost

But if I beat 'em it'd finally

prove that I'm the boss

I grabbed my leather jacket

Walked through the streets

Was hopin and payin

Strictly dope won't get beat

I begin to get hyped

I was ready to fight

Yo I was confident that I win

To hell with the mic!

I hop on to the stage

Dizzy started the beat

The sucka shivered

Because he tasted defeat

Then I signaled to Dizzy

Bust a rhyme wit my head

Perpetrator fell back (HA!)

And then he was dead

I was happy as hell

'Cause I was lucky that night

Put my hand in my pocket

And there was my mic

haha

They gave me other mics but yo, it wasn't no use

(now why you tell em that?)

I tried to rock it, one two, one two but I couldn't get loose

The case of the misplaced mic

I said, "Forget it, with microphone or not, I got to do it"

Give it all that I got, It'd be the first time I lost

But if I beat 'em it'd finally prove, I'm the boss

I grabbed my leather jacket, walked through the streets

Suckas was hopin' and prayin', strictly dope won't get beat

I begin to get hyped, I was ready to fight

Yo, I was confident that I win, to Hell with the mic

I hop on to the stage, Dizzy started the beat

Verse 2 2pac (Rock T)

The sucka shivered because he tasted defeat

Then I signaled to Dizzy, bust a rhyme wit my head

Perpetrator fell back and then he was dead

I was happy as Hell 'cause I was lucky that night

Put my hand in my pocket and there was my mic

The case of the misplaced mic

I'm down with Strictly Dope

The case of the misplaced mic

(so?) That means I'm more than you can handle

The case of the misplaced mic

(hot?) I'm hotter than the wax from a candle

The misplaced mic, misplaced mic

(me?) That's Rock T he's my

microphone companion

(Lyrics?) Full of knowledge

truth and understandin'

(hobbies?) Rappin' is my only recreation

(retire?) Ya must be on some

kind of medication

(why!?) Cuz I'll never loosin up my mic grip

(drugs?) Never cuz i'm livin on the right tip

(Sex?) Only with my girl becasue I love her

(Babies?) Impossible I always use a rubber

(board?) Rarely 'cause I'm

keepin' myself busy

(scratch?) Nah, I leave the

cuttin' up to Dizzy

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