[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]