Producer: Chopmaster J Strictly Dope
[Verse 1]
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 brotha?)
My microphone was gone
First I panicked (how?)
I put the cops on the case
But they was stumped (damn)
Without a clue or a trace
So as 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 (What's up?)
My mic's gone (Word?)
Let's 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
Now that its gone, its not long 'til you're beat)
And then it hit me (Damn)
I got a battle at six
Without my microphone
I'm guaranteed to get whipped
Ya might think it's unbelievable
But word to the strength
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 it (One-two one-two)
But I couldn't get loose
I said forget it
With microphone or not, I gotta do it
Give it all that I got (Yo, what if ya lose?)
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 prayin'
Strictly Dope won't get beat
I begin to get hyped; I was ready to fight
Yo, I was confident that I went
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 and
Bust a rhyme with 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 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 brotha?)
My microphone was gone
First I panicked (how?)
I put the cops on the case
But they was stumped (damn)
Without a clue or a trace
So as 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 (What's up?)
My mic's gone (Word?)
Let's 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
Now that its gone, its not long 'til you're beat)
And then it hit me (Damn)
I got a battle at six
Without my microphone
I'm guaranteed to get whipped
Ya might think it's unbelievable
But word to the strength
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 it (One-two one-two)
But I couldn't get loose
I said forget it
With microphone or not, I gotta do it
Give it all that I got (Yo, what if ya lose?)
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 prayin'
Strictly Dope won't get beat
I begin to get hyped; I was ready to fight
Yo, I was confident that I went
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 and
Bust a rhyme with 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
- Hit ’Em Up
- Changes
- Keep Ya Head Up
- Hail Mary
- Dear Mama
- California Love
- Ambitionz Az a Ridah
- All Eyez On Me
- Life Goes On
- The Rose That Grew From Concrete
- 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted
- I Ain’t Mad At Cha
- Only God Can Judge Me
- Runnin’ (Dying to Live)
- Me Against the World
- I Get Around
- All About U
- So Many Tears
- Do for Love
- Ghetto Gospel
- The Rose That Grew From Concrete (Autobiographical)
- Me and My Girlfriend
- Can’t C Me
- How Do U Want It