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They finally did it (whats that?)
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They stole the mic i grip
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Now that its Gone (whats wrong?)
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I'm feelin' tired and sick
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(How did they do it?) I don't know I wasnt sleepin that long
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When i woke up (what happened brotha?)
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My Microphone was gone
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First I paniced (how?)
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I put the cops on the case
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But they was stumped (damn)
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Without a clue or a trace
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So as sure a smoking cigarettes is bad for your health
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If i want my microphone back I'll find it myself
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So I picked up the phone (For what?)
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I called Dizzy (Whats up?)
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My Mics gone (Wurd?)
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Lets get Busy
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Before I told Dizzy what I wanted to Do
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He was over at my house with the TMS crew
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He said (Word is out on every mouth on the street
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Now that its gone its not long 'til your beat)
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And then it hit me (DAMNNN)
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I got a battle at 6
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With out my microphone
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I'm guaranteed to get whipped
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Ya might think its unbelievable
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But word to the strength
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When it comes to rockin rhymes
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Im a musical nimth
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They Gave me other mics
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But yo it wasn't no use
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I tried to rock it (one-two one-two)
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But I couldn't get loose
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I said forget it
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Ya microphone or not
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And I got to do this
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Give it all that I got (Yo what if ya loose?)
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It'd be the first time I lost
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But if I beat 'em it'd finally prove that I'm the boss
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I grabbed my leather jacket
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Walked through the streets
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Was hopin and payin
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Strictly dope won't get beat
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I begin to get hyped
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I was ready to fight
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Yo I was confident that I win
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To hell with the mic!
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I hop on to the stage
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Dizzy started the beat
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The sucka shivered
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Because he tasted defeat
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Then I signaled to Dizzy
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Bust a rhyme wit my head
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Perpetrator fell back (HA!)
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And then he was dead
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I was happy as hell
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'Cause I was lucky that night
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Put my hand in my pocket
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And there was my mic
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haha
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The Case Of The Misplaced Mic
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| 2Pac |
