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 yall! They tried to take it, and say that Im too small Cool, cause I dont 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 brothers done I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine But I dont need a cigarette, know what I mean? Im raging, ripping up the stage and Dont it sound amazing cause every rhyme is made and Thought of, cuz its sort of...an addiction, Magnatized by the mixing Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, youre stuck in The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting, Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing 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 Im in E-f-f-e-c-t A smooth operator operating correctly, But back to the problem, I gotta habit, You cant solve it, silly rabbit The prescription is a hypertone thats thorough when I fiend for a microphone like herion Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix And Ill put you in a mood or is it a state of Unawareness? beware, its the reanamator! A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon An assasinator, if the people aint stepping You see a part of me that you never seen When Im fiending for a microphone, Im the microphone fiend...
(verse 2:) After 12, Im worse that a gremlin Feed me hip-hop and I start trembling The thrill of suspense is intense, your horrified But this aint 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. Its a must that I bust any mic youre hand to me, Its inherited, its runs in the family I wrote the rhyme that broke the bulls back, If that dont slow em up, I carry a full pack. Now I dont want to have to let off, you should of kept off You didnt keep the stage warm, step off! Ladies and gentleman, youre about to see A pasttime hobby about to be Take it to the maximum, I cant relax see, im Hype as a hyperchrondriac cause the rap be one- Hell of a antidote, something you cant smoke More than dope, youre trying to move away but you cant, youre 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 Im the remainder! So close your eyes and hold your breath, And Im a hitcha wit the blow of death Before you go, youll remember you seen The fiend of a microphone, Im the microphone fiend
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