Soundcheck

[Verse 1]

'Twas the height of the night

and I was deep in my sleep

in the middle of REM like Michael Stipe

my sheets were soaking wet

covered in sweat

abruptly awakened

my hands were shaking when I realized there was nothing left

they robbed me blind

but left a note with a location and time

the last line said "bring your dopest rhyme"

my eyes slowly shifted with delight to my golden mic

designed specifically for a night like tonight

ya damn right

[Chorus]

1,2,1,2, it's a mic check, 1,2,1,2, microphone check

[Verse 2]

Jumped in my ride with my golden mic at my side

thinkin' me and my mic were like bonnie and clyde

out on a mission

turned on the ignition

repositioned my side view mirrors

flipped on my wipers

checked my rear and began to drive

then to my surprise right before my eyes

the mic handed me a blunt and said "try this on for size"

I smiled wide with pride

'cause I knew we'd be alright

I put my game face on and screamed out loud "let's ride!"

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I live to rip apart a bitch MC

I reign supreme like the knowledge in BDP

in a battle of minds free

busted right through the diaphragm

impregnating the mic with a desire to understand

that I might have a higher plan

[Chorus]