2Pac: Case of the misplaced mic

They finally did it (whats that?) They stole the mic I grip Now that its gone (whats wrong?) Im feelin tired and sick (How did they do it?) I dont know I wasnt sleepin that long When I woke up (what happened brother?) My microphone was gone At first i panicked (how?) I put the cops on the case But they were stuck (damm?) Without a clue or a trace So sure as smokin cigarettes is bad for your health If I want my microphone back Ill find it myself So I picked up the phone (for what?) I called Dizzy Dizzy: whats up? My mic is gone Dizzy: Word? Lets get busy Before I could tell Dizzy What I wanted to do He was over at my house with the TMS crew He said Dizzy: Word is out in every mouth In the street now that your mic is gone Its not long yill your beat And then it hit me (Damm) I got a battle at six Without my microphone Im guaranteed to get whipped U might think its unbelievable But word to the strenght when it comes to rockin rhymes Im a musical nymph They gave me other mics But yo it wasnt no use I tried to rock One two one two But I couldnt get loose I said forget it My microphone or not I gotta do it Give it all that I go (What if u loose?) It be the first time I lost But if I beat em Ill finally prove Im the boss I grabbed my leather jacket Walked through the streets Suckers was hopin and preyin Strictly Dope would get beat I begin to get hyped I was ready to fight Yo I was confident that Id win To hell with the mic I hopped up to the stage Dizzy started the beatsuckers shivered cause he tasted defeat Then I signaled to Dizzy Bust a rhyme off my head Perpetrator fell back (Huh?) And then he was dead I was happy as hell Cause I was lucky that nite Put my hand in my pocket And there was my mic