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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 diss 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, you're stuck in The mic is a Drano, volcanoes erupting Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing Everything is written in a code, so it can coincide My thought's a guide 48 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 hypertone that's thorough when I fiend for a microphone like ****** Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix Gimme 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 re-animator A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon An assassinator, 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 12, I'm worse than 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 or 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 hand to me It's inherited, it 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 have kept off You didn't keep the stage warm, step off Ladies and gentleman, you're about to see A pastime, hobby about to be Taken to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm Hype as a hypochondriac cause the rap be one Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke More than cracked up, you should have backed up For those that 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'mma hit ya with the blow of death Before you go, you'll remember ya seen The fiend of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend The microphone fiend
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Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
TheSethnicity
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 diss 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, you're stuck in The mic is a Drano, volcanoes erupting Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing Everything is written in a code, so it can coincide My thought's a guide 48 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 hypertone that's thorough when I fiend for a microphone like ****** Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix Gimme 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 re-animator A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon An assassinator, 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 12, I'm worse than 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 or 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 hand to me It's inherited, it 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 have kept off You didn't keep the stage warm, step off Ladies and gentleman, you're about to see A pastime, hobby about to be Taken to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm Hype as a hypochondriac cause the rap be one Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke More than cracked up, you should have backed up For those that 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'mma hit ya with the blow of death Before you go, you'll remember ya seen The fiend of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend The microphone fiend
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Planet earth Was my place of birth I need worth? Money fortune and fame Man i couldnt picture this Without makin' a name I wanted to be the black Picasso With the picture perfect flow So ya know The microphone fiend Aint went no where And All my spectators n haters Had to stop n stare Listenin' to the bass thumpin' Music n mic is so loud Movin' the crowd With my aesthetic poetry Ricochetin' minds with my lyrical Content Once the trigger hits the bars get More ruthless Strikin' furious makin' emcees toothless Leave em with a strong lisp Check the total Eclipse Its temporary darkness mark this Day and age im the new jack So im turnin' the page Backward bringin' real hip hop back Yo! ,im finna cut deep as a lumberjack And yea im black So get ready to attack Butll be back For more ******** delivery NONE could shake thee Original master of the craft Send the army n still they couldnt penetrate me The black rambo of the industry I had to take and make My own moves show to you n prove To ya that im the best at this Two decades later n hip hops gone But now im resurrected The flow is re-connected Back to nineteen eighty six Now watch me rough up the mix Dont look any further this is a stick up Or hold up just fold up Cuz ya at a dead end Dont pretend that you couldn't bend Your way out of a jam session Go to the **** for a quick blessin' ya stressin' Got ya nerves shook from my verbs Ya mind couldnt take it So death couldnt fake it now i know as hit up ya funeral Payin' my dues to the fallen ones That tried to intervene between The jewelry the cars and my life complex scene Enticin' green Cuz of the way i drop them fools Turnin' mule On the mic Cuz im paid in fullllllllllllllll!!!!!
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
Ru7hl355_Gangsta
Paid in Full
Planet earth Was my place of birth I need worth? Money fortune and fame Man i couldnt picture this Without makin' a name I wanted to be the black Picasso With the picture perfect flow So ya know The microphone fiend Aint went no where And All my spectators n haters Had to stop n stare Listenin' to the bass thumpin' Music n mic is so loud Movin' the crowd With my aesthetic poetry Ricochetin' minds with my lyrical Content Once the trigger hits the bars get More ruthless Strikin' furious makin' emcees toothless Leave em with a strong lisp Check the total Eclipse Its temporary darkness mark this Day and age im the new jack So im turnin' the page Backward bringin' real hip hop back Yo! ,im finna cut deep as a lumberjack And yea im black So get ready to attack Butll be back For more ******** delivery NONE could shake thee Original master of the craft Send the army n still they couldnt penetrate me The black rambo of the industry I had to take and make My own moves show to you n prove To ya that im the best at this Two decades later n hip hops gone But now im resurrected The flow is re-connected Back to nineteen eighty six Now watch me rough up the mix Dont look any further this is a stick up Or hold up just fold up Cuz ya at a dead end Dont pretend that you couldn't bend Your way out of a jam session Go to the **** for a quick blessin' ya stressin' Got ya nerves shook from my verbs Ya mind couldnt take it So death couldnt fake it now i know as hit up ya funeral Payin' my dues to the fallen ones That tried to intervene between The jewelry the cars and my life complex scene Enticin' green Cuz of the way i drop them fools Turnin' mule On the mic Cuz im paid in fullllllllllllllll!!!!!
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