Me & My Microphone (feat. Q Tip) Letra

Yeah son Im the true son What you wanna do son Yo this a story about me and my first love nah mean? Yeah son hit it off We hooked up at a party it been then ever since When I first stepped to her I was nervous and tense Didnt know was bout to kick, I went freestyle Straight off the top, with suckas on the side just clocked She musta liked my flow, cuz after that we got close Spending long weekends freakin up and down the east coast We got intimate, deep as the pacific The chemistry was meant to be so then we ran without the ministry Up in this industry tryin to get this platinum Many rappers tried to tap her, it wasnt happenin I watched her from afar, starin at her like a fan And now I got her in the palm of my right hand Forever, as long as we can stick together I guarantee you we blow up, cuz wit em Im a trend setter We signed a contract said yo, its me and you Meet you at the top of the charts, where the skys blue [Chorus] [Q-Tip] Yo yo yo God bless a child that can hold his own [A+] Its just me, myself and my microphone [Q-Tip] Yo you gotta stick wit it dun you cant leave it alone [A+] Its just me, myself and my microphone [Q-Tip] No matter where you plug it on the road or at home yo [A+] Its just me, myself and my microphone [Q-Tip] Yo God bless a child that can hold his own My girl cant understand all this time we spend together I tried to tell her Its strictly business, she said she had a witness Who saw us comin out the hotel Nosy people always gotta run and go tell But it was just a tour date I had to do a show So next time tell your friend to talk what she know I wouldnt trade this shit for the world In fact you better check yourself, cuz I can always find another girl The microphone is my first love my true companion When I rap into it people think that Im romancin Im havin visions, Im foldin it tight Just me and you a phat trackll lead the spotlight [Q-Tip] Right [A+] We been through the ruckus together Handle that beef MCs got damaged in cyphers on they own streets So ladi dadi, forget a shotty I put a hole in your body wit my lyrics when I rock it uhh [Chorus] I hit her in the back of a club and no one showed her love In fact it was a seminar you know how some women are Takin up my time, I tried to stay committed Kedar and the Smith brothers made me stick wit it Now we politicn, on a mission tryin to make decisions To keep her on the cut and work just like a circumcision Static in our relationship, its all distorted The lines of communication, they got shorted I cant ignore it, you know I couldnt afford it To have this world tour planned for us abort it Now Im on some shit, rollin wit my clique The mic is my companion thats all and thats it baby [Chorus] Like that one time for your mind For real son, keep it real son Me and my microphone stayin together forever A+ and Q-Tip like this Smith brothers in the spot you know what Im sayin