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 diss 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, cause its sort of, an addiction Magnetized 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 a code, so it can coincide My thoughts a 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 heroin 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 re-animator A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon An assassinator, 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
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 23:50:45 +0000
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