2pac (DJ Bizzy)
  
   They finally did it (whats that?)
   They stole the mic i grip
   Now that its Gone (whats wrong?)
   I'm feelin' tired and sick
   (How did they do it?) I don't know I wasnt sleepin that long
   When i woke up (what happened brotha?)
   My Microphone was gone
   First I paniced (how?)
   I put the cops on the case
   But they was stumped (damn)
   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 (For what?)
   I called Dizzy (Whats up?)
   My Mics gone (Wurd?)
   Lets 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 your beat)
   And then it hit me (DAMNNN)
   I got a battle at 6
   With out my microphone
   I'm guaranteed to get whipped
   Ya might think its unbelievable
   But word to the strength
   When it comes to rockin rhymes
   Im 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
   Ya microphone or not
   And I got to do this
   Give it all that I got (Yo what if ya loose?)
   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 payin
   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 (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