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