Case of the Misplaced Mic – Song and Lyrics by 2Pac


Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Case of the Misplaced Mic’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

They finally did it (what’s that?)
They stole the mic I grip
Now that it’s gone (what’s wrong?)
I’m feelin tired and sick (How did they do it?)
I don’t know I wasn’t 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 I’ll find it myself
So I picked up the phone (for what?)
I called Dizzy

What’s up?
My mic is gone

Let’s get busy
Before I could tell Dizzy What I wanted to do
He was over at my house with the TMS crew
He said

Word is out in every mouth
In the street now that your mic is gone
It’s not long until your beat
And then it hit me (Damm)
I got a battle at six
Without my microphone I’m guaranteed to get whipped
You might think it’s unbelievable but word to the strength
when it comes to rockin’ rhymes I’m a musical nymph
They gave me other mics but yo it wasn’t no use
I tried to rock One two one two
But I couldn’t get loose I said forget it
My microphone or not I gotta do it
Give it all that I go (What if you loose?) It be the first time I lost
But if I beat em I’ll finally prove I’m 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 I’d win
To hell with the mic
I hopped up to the stage Dizzy started the beat
suckers shivered cause he Tasted defeat
Then I signalled 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 night
Put my hand in my pocket And there was my mic