[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 b**h 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]