Microphone Fiend

I was a fiend, before I became a teen I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream Music orientated, so when hip-hop was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated 'Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, "Yes y'all!" They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small Cool, 'cause I don't get upset I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet

Back to the lab, without a mic to grab So then I add all the rhymes I had One after the other one, then I make another one To dis the opposite, then ask if the brother's done I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean? I'm ragin', rippin' up the stage and Don't it sound amazin', 'cause every rhyme is made and

Thought of, 'cause it's sort of, an addiction Magnetized, by the mixin' Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting Rhymes overflowin', gradually growin' Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin- Cide, my thoughts to guide 48 tracks to slide

The invincible microphone fiend Rakim Spread the word, 'cause I'm in E-F-F-E-C-T A smooth operator operatin' correctly But back to the problem, I gotta habit You can't solve it, silly rabbit The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when I fiend for a microphone like heroin

Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix Gimme a stage, and a mic, and a mix And I'll put you in a mood, or is it a state of Unawareness? Beware, it's the, re-animator! A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon A assassinater, if the people ain't steppin' You see a part of me that you never seen When I'm fiendin' for a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend

After 12, I'm worse that a Gremlin Feed me hip-hop and I start tremblin' The thrill of suspense is intense, your horrified But this ain't the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside" By any means neccesary, this is what has to be done Make way, 'cause here I come My DJ cuts material Grand imperial

It's a must that I bust any mic you're hand to me It's inherited, it's runs in the family I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull's back If that don't slow 'em up, I carry a full pack Now I don't wanna have to let off, you should of kept off You didn't keep the stage warm, step off Ladies and gentleman, you're about to see A pastime hobby about to be

Taken to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm Hype as a hyperchrondriac 'cause the rap be one Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke More than cracked up, you should have backed up For those who act up need to be more than smacked up

Any entertainer, I got a torture chamber One on one, and I'm the remainder So close your eyes and hold your breath And I'm a hit'cha wit' the blow of death Before you go, you'll remember you seen The fiend of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend

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