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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
He was over at my house with the TMS crew
He said, "Word is out on every mouth on the street
Now that your mic is gone, it's not long 'til your beat"

And then, it hit me, I got a battle at 6
With out my microphone, I'm guaranteed to get whipped
You might think it's unbelievable but word to the strength
When it comes to rockin' rhymes, I'm 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, 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
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
The case of the misplaced mic
The case of the misplaced mic
The misplaced mic, misplaced mic

They stole the mic I grip
Now that it's gone, what's wrong?