The M.I.C
MF Doom feat. Pebbles the Invisible Girl Lyrics

Feel the magnetism between us (The mic)
Growing stronger and stronger (The mic)
Why don't we do it? (The mic)

I was in a case out of state
She was thirteen and good
We had a hotter date it was just a number
She never told she was knocked up
By the end of the summer chick
Almost had me locked up My aunt came and got me
And steadied the block
We bounced to the yeti, and I'm ready to rock
With no attachments, feelin' a little loose
Blowin' up in every spot
We had a little juice
Probably the Dom or the Afghani bud in me
We played the stage
Standin' by the speaker and suddenly
Who tapped me? I'm 'bout to get real ill
Already ripped the whole club with
Metal Face's steel wheel
What a sweet surprise, her with the fly eyes
And fine, she pulled me to the sidelines
The mystery shot up with strong words
She was an intelligent wisdom and a songbird
I met her last week at the same place
She stepped to me
The same way at a no shame pace
I'm off-guard, her game had me choked up
Checkin' me, play testin' me 'til I spoked up
Seven whole days and nights and
Not a word from you (Not a word)
I was worried
I thought I woulda heard from you
Stranger, you know I never get enough of you
How you be comin' through (The mic)
Myself and two a alikes had ran
Through this crew of three
In my earlier days they showed
Me things new to me
So we knew mad brothers who they had hit off
They even used to watch each other
Just to rock they shit off
When slovenly two smile and I'm scopin' her
Switchin' off three times a night
Made them more opener
So you could love Allah or
Leave him the hell alone
Message from my godfather
Solid gold telephone
Many of my men went up in smoke
While trickin' with these chickens
And ended up broke
You find out who's ya mans when you broke
Like a bad joke
It's funny when you on you got mad folk
I played the middle man in every little scam
Some as complex as a hip hop album riddle jam
I find it's quite intriguing as
I think about rappers
Walk upon me speaking with
They stinkin' mouth (About what?)
About this and that from sneakers
To hats to gats
Freak chicks with the cooty cat raps
And it's that cool the dice at that
I'm at a black tie affair with
A diva with the fatty fat
I play the back, steady on the humble
But be right up front when
We get ready to rumble
I gave her breath control
Ask her who she learned off
Coulda took her back to the crib
Somehow was turned off
Me and you was overdue
From gettin' together, baby
I always knew our love was meant to be
(The mic)

Feel the magnetism
(The mic) between us (The mic)
Growing stronger and stronger (The mic)
Why don't we do it? (The mic)

(The mic, The mic, The m, The mic, The mic)