Case Of The Misplaced Mic歌词
They finally did it (what's that?) 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 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?
Let's 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
It's not long yill your beat
and then it hit me (damm)
I got a battle at six
Without my microphone I'm guaranteed to get whipped
U might think it's unbelivable but word to the strenght
When it comes to rockin' rhymes I'm 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 couldn't 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 I'm the boss
I grabbed my leather jacket walked through the streets
Suckers was hopin' and preying strictly **** 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 **** in the house
Now that it's gone (what's wrong?) I'm 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?
Let's 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
It's not long yill your beat
and then it hit me (damm)
I got a battle at six
Without my microphone I'm guaranteed to get whipped
U might think it's unbelivable but word to the strenght
When it comes to rockin' rhymes I'm 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 couldn't 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 I'm the boss
I grabbed my leather jacket walked through the streets
Suckers was hopin' and preying strictly **** 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 **** in the house
