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They finally did it (whats that?) They stole the mic I grip
Now that its gone (whats wrong?) Im feelin tired and sick
(How did they do it?) I dont know I wasnt 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 Ill find it myself
So I picked up the phone (for what?)
I called Dizzy
Dizzy: whats 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 its unbelivable But word to the strenght
when it comes to rockin rhymes Im a musical ny*ph
They gave me other mics But yo it wasnt 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 Itll 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 Id 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