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 raging, ripping up the stage and

Don't it sound amazing 'cause

Every rhyme is made and

Thought of, 'cause it's sort of an addiction

Magnetized by the mixing

Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, just stuck in

The mic is a Drano, volcanoes erupting

Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing,

Everything is written in the cold

So it can coincide, my thoughts to guide,

Forty-eight tracks to slide

The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim,

Spread the word, 'cause I'm in

E F F E C T, a smooth

Operator operating correctly

But back to the problem, I gotta habit

You can't solve it, silly rabbit

The prescription is a hyper tone

That's thorough when

I fiend for a microphone like heroin

Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix

Give me 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 reanamator

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

An assasinator, if the people ain't stepping

You see a part of me that you never seen

When I'm fiending for a microphone,

I'm the microphone fiend

After twelve, I'm worse that a Gremlin

Feed me Hip hop and I start trembling

The thrill of suspense is intense,

You're horrified

But this ain't the cinemas

Of 'Tales From the Dark Side'

By any means necessary,

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 want to 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 past time hobby about to be

Take it 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 d**e, 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,

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