2pac - The Case Of The Misplaced Mic Ii
[Verse 1 - 2pac (DJ Bizzy)]They finally did it (whats that?)They stole the mic i gripNow that its Gone (whats wrong?)I'm feelin' tired and sick(How did they do it?) I don't know I wasnt sleepin that longWhen i woke up (what happened brotha?)My Microphone was goneFirst I paniced (how?)I put the cops on the caseBut they was stumped (damn)Without a clue or a traceSo as sure a smoking cigarettes is bad for your healthIf i want my microphone back i'll do it my selfSo I picked up the phone (For what?)I called Dizzy (Whats up?)My Mics gone (Wurd?)Lets get BusyBefore I told Dizzy what I wanted to DoHe was over at my house with the TMS crewHe said (Word is out on every mouth on the streetNow that its gone its not long 'til your beat)And then it hit me (DAMNNN)I got a battle at 6With out my microphoneI'm guaranteed to get whippedYa might think its unbelievableBut word to the strengthWhen it comes to rockin rhymesIm a musical nimthThey Gave me other micsBut yo it wasn't no useI tried to rock it (one-two one-two)But I couldn't get looseI said forget itYa microphone or notAnd I got to do thisGive it all that I got (Yo what if ya loose?)It'd be the first time I lostBut if I beat 'em it'd finally prove that I'm the bossI grabbed my leather jacketWalked through the streetsWas hopin and payinStrictly dope won't get beatI begin to get hypedI was ready to fightYo I was confident that I winTo hell with the mic!I hop on to the stageDizzy started the beatThe sucka shiveredBecause he tasted defeatThen I signaled to DizzyBust a rhyme wit my headPerpetrator fell back (HA!)And then he was deadI was happy as hell'Cause I was lucky that nightPut my hand in my pocketAnd there was my michaha(now why you tell em that?)The case of the misplaced mic[Verse 2 2pac (Rock T)]I'm down with Strictly Dope(so?) That means I'm more than you can handle(hot?) I'm hotter than the wax from a candle(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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