Aiyyo Cypress Hill, check this
I'm not sure where I'm at
But I've got a story to tell
It's about this homey I know from up the hill
The homey's name was Mike D, he was a DJ
And this is what happened to me
[Verse 1]
I know this DJ named Mike D
He be doin' his thing on the turntables, and that's the way it be
He had plenty of girls, 'cause his style was real
Livin' large gettin' mad props when he spin on the wheels
But one day he got a job as a disc jockey
At a club on the other side of town, called "In the Mix"
When he showed up, he saw the club wasn't shit
Some old white guy was spinnin' disco hits
Mike didn't even get his own turntable
They had him stand over there by the door like he was some sort of fool
So he quit his job and started playin' in his basement
But then it got raided, man, and they locked him up in amazement
[Chorus]
In the in the mix
In the mix, in the mix, in the mix, in the mix, in the mix, in the mix
[Verse 2]
When Mike got out, he wanted to get his revenge
So he started a record label to bring forth the new wave
He found some talent, some artists that were underground
And started puttin' out albums that had a funky sound
His records started sellin', his company got rich
And he began livin' large while the whole world listened to his shit
But then one day, he got a deal, on the real, for real
From a major record label, called "The Record Deal"
He signed the contract and thought it was his lucky break
But it was truly a trick to break his funky record streak
They dropped his artists and then they dropped his label
And then they dropped his dough and then they dropped him like a kettle
So he went from living large, gettin' props when he spin on the wheels
To having no money, no records, and no deal
Now you might ask yourself what happened to the homey Mike D
Well, here he comes and he's got something to say
[Verse 3]
You got my beats all jacked, got my rhymes on wax
But you can keep 'em, and the money too, so now relax
I'm 'bout to drop some lyrics, and I'm 'bout to drop the truth
And when you hear what I got to say, you'll really feel the proof
I went from gettin' props to gettin' dropped off the map
And now I'm back from the dead, on a mission to attack
I'm goin' after all of 'em, the ones who did me wrong
I'm takin' back what's mine, and you can't stop me for long
I'm 'bout to blow up the spot, and I'm 'bout to turn it out
With the in the mix, in the mix, in the mix, in the mix, in the mix, in the mix
[Outro]
Peace, that's it