I was a fiend before I a teen I melted instead of cones of ice cream orientated so when hip hop was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles 'Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, yes They tried to take it and say that I'm too 'cause I don't get upset I kick a hole in the speaker pull the 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 another one To dis the then ask if the brother's done I get a craving like I for nicotine But I need a cigarette, know what I mean? I'm raging, up the stage and Don't it sound 'cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, 'cause it's of an addiction by the mixing Vocals, vocabulary, verses, just stuck in The mic is a Drano, erupting Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing, is written in the cold So it can coincide, my to guide, forty-eight tracks to slide The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim, the word, 'cause I'm in E F F E C T, a smooth operating correctly
But back to the problem, I gotta You can't solve it, silly 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 put you in a mood or is it a state of unawareness? Beware, the reanamator
A to a microphone, a lethal weapon An assasinator, if the people stepping You see a part of me that you seen When I'm fiending for a microphone, I'm the microphone After twelve, I'm that a Gremlin me Hip hop and I start trembling The thrill of suspense is intense, horrified But ain't the cinemas of 'Tales From the Dark Side'
By any necessary, this is what has to be done Make way 'cause here I come, my DJ material, grand imperial a must that I bust any mic you're hand to me It's inherited, it's in the family I wrote the rhyme broke the bull's back If that don't 'em up, I carry a full pack Now I don't want to have to let off, you should of off You didn't keep the warm, step off
Ladies and Gentleman, about to see A past time about to be it to the maximum, I can't relax see I'm hype as a hyperchrondriac the rap be one of a antidote, something you can't smoke More dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke More than cracked up, you have backed up For those who act up need to be more smacked up
Any entertainer, I got a chamber One on one and I'm the So close your eyes and your breath And I'm a hit'cha wit the blow of Before you go, you'll you seen The fiend of a microphone, I'm the microphone
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