I was a fiend before I a teen I melted microphone instead of cones of ice orientated so when hip hop was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles I grabbed the mic and try to say, yes y'all They tried to take it and say I'm too small Cool 'cause I get upset I kick a hole in the pull the plug then I jet
Back to the lab without a mic to So I add all the rhymes I had One after the other one, then I make one To dis the opposite then ask if the done I get a craving I fiend for nicotine But I don't need a cigarette, know what I I'm raging, ripping up the and Don't it sound amazing 'cause every is made and
Thought of, 'cause it's of an addiction by the mixing Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, stuck in The mic is a Drano, volcanoes Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing, everything is in the cold So it can coincide, my thoughts to guide, forty-eight tracks to The invincible, microphone Rakim, spread the word, 'cause I'm in E F F E C T, a smooth operating correctly
But back to the problem, I habit You can't solve it, rabbit The prescription is a hyper tone thorough when I fiend for a microphone heroin Soon as the bass kicks, I a fix Give me a and a mic and a mix And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of Beware, it's the
A menace to a microphone, a lethal An assasinator, if the people stepping You see a part of me that you never When I'm fiending for a microphone, I'm the fiend twelve, I'm worse that a Gremlin Feed me Hip hop and I start The thrill of suspense is intense, horrified But this the cinemas of 'Tales From the Dark Side'
By any means necessary, this is has to be done Make way 'cause here I come, my DJ cuts material, grand It's a must that I bust any mic hand to me It's inherited, it's in the family I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull's If that don't slow 'em up, I carry a full Now I don't want to have to let off, you should of off You didn't the stage warm, step off
Ladies and Gentleman, you're to see A past hobby about to be Take it to the maximum, I can't see I'm hype as a 'cause the rap be one of a antidote, something you can't smoke More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're More cracked up, you should have backed up For those who act up need to be than smacked up
Any entertainer, I got a torture One on one and I'm the So close your eyes and your breath And I'm a wit the blow of death Before you go, you'll you seen The of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend
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