Right about now I'd like to dedicate a song Out to my main homie, Mike D
Alright, lets kick it Ready, go
Get on the mic Get get on the mic Just get on the mic Get on the mic, Mike
Let's be real and don't cloud the issue The rhymes are dope, an M.C. you must listen to People say that they be missin' me and missin' you Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to
You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus One half science, and another half soul Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Got busy in 'Frisco, fooled around in Fresno Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no
So just get on the mic Just get on the mic Get get on the mic Get on the mic, Mike
Well Mike D is a special individual Pulling out knots, and pulling in residuals Go to the movies get the Rolos, the cholos riding slow and low Mike on the mic and bust with the solo
Mike, my stromy don't be so selfish Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish