[Intro]

[Chorus]
Say, if I was your M-I-C
Do you think you could treat me properly?
Instead of droppin' me and abusin' me
Sometimes, I wish y'all would stop usin' me
Say, if I was your M-I-C
Do you think you could treat me properly?
Instead of droppin' me and abusin' me
Sometimes, I wish y'all would stop usin' me

[Verse 1]
What's going on hundreds of people stare on my direction
There are a few others who I resemble in my section
The house lights dim then I am placed under a spotlight
The others disappear as if my name was Bill Cartwright
Amongst chatter I hear footsteps headed toward me
Oh my god there is a wack emcee headed for me
To the wire I'm connected so I'm unable to exit
Escape is impossible oh no he's got me
In a choke hold somebody make him put me back
Why me black I scream frantically causing feedback
The crowd reacts with ruckus then him and his crew touch us
There has to be away to escape from his sweaty clutches
I'm loosing it slowly becoming suicidal
'Cause of his weak recidale crowds become homicidal
Now I'm trapped here, wondering why the others didn't warn me
I could've avoided this wack n***a spittin' on me
[Pre-Chorus]
Microphone respect, one, two, one, two
Say, without a microphone, what you gon' do?
Say microphone respect, two, one, two, one
Yo, without a M-I-C, what you gonna do, son?
Yo, microphone respect, one, two, one, two
Say, without a microphone, what you gonna do?
Yo, microphone respect, two, one, two, one
Yo, without a M-I-C, what you gonna do, son?

[Chorus]
Say, if I was your M-I-C
Do you think you could treat me properly?
Instead of droppin' me and abusin' me
Sometimes, I wish y'all would stop usin' me
Say, if I was your M-I-C
Do you think you could treat me properly?
Instead of droppin' me and abusin' me
Sometimes, I wish y'all would stop usin' me

[Verse 2]
Some people get cocky once they realise that they got to me
Anyone can turn me on but not everybody can rock me
Perpitrating dopeness your presentations sloppy
Too much for you to handle so suckers often drop me
In this line of work I get around more than a little bit
Hearing idiots trying to read rhymes when they're illiterate
Don't know who to fuck with and this foam don't protect shit
Drowning in saliva now I feel infested
Saturated in wackness, y'all abusing your friend
Don't be mad mad when they sad you can never use me again
I know I'm not perfect and at times unreliable
But I'm the only reason why your voice is recognizable
Don't wanna blow me so now you're smackin' my head
How 'bout you quit yelling and try rappin' instead
I miss being embraced now I'm greet with a strangle
When will they realize I'm to be praised, not mangled
[Pre-Chorus]
Microphone respect, one, two, one, two
Say, without a microphone, what you gon' do?
Say microphone respect, two, one, two, one
Yo, without a M-I-C, what you gonna do, son?
Say, microphone respect, one, two, one, two
Say, without a microphone, what you gon' do?
Say, microphone respect, two, one, two, one
Yo, without a M-I-C, what you gonna do, son?

[Chorus]
Say, if I was your M-I-C
Do you think you could treat me properly?
Instead of droppin' me and abusin' me
Sometimes, I wish y'all would stop usin' me
Say, if I was your M-I-C
Do you think you could treat me properly?
Instead of droppin' me and abusin' me
Sometimes, I wish y'all would stop usin' me

[Outro]