I was a before I became a teen I melted microphone of cones of ice cream Music so when hip hop was originated Fitted like pieces of complicated 'Cause I the mic and try to say, yes y'all 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
to the lab without a mic to grab So I add all the rhymes I had One after the other one, I make another one To dis the opposite then ask if the done I get a craving I fiend 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 Magnetized by the Vocals, vocabulary, verses, just stuck in The mic is a Drano, erupting Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing, everything is written in the So it can coincide, my thoughts to guide, tracks to slide The invincible, microphone Rakim, spread the word, 'cause I'm in E F F E C T, a smooth operator correctly
But to the problem, I gotta habit You can't solve it, silly The prescription is a hyper that's thorough when I fiend for a microphone heroin Soon as the kicks, I need a fix me a stage and a mic and a mix And I'll put you in a mood or is it a of unawareness? Beware, it's the
A menace to a microphone, a weapon An assasinator, if the people ain't You see a part of me that you never When I'm fiending for a microphone, I'm the fiend After twelve, I'm worse a Gremlin me Hip hop and I start trembling The thrill of suspense is intense, you're But ain't the cinemas of 'Tales From the Dark Side'
By any means necessary, this is has to be done way 'cause here I come, my DJ cuts material, grand imperial It's a must that I any mic you're hand to me inherited, it's runs in the family I wrote the that broke the bull's back If that slow 'em up, I carry a full pack Now I don't to have to let off, you should of kept off You didn't keep the warm, step off
and Gentleman, you're about to see A past time hobby to be it to the maximum, I can't relax see I'm hype as a 'cause the rap be one Hell of a antidote, something you smoke More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're More than 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 eyes and hold your breath And I'm a wit the blow of death Before you go, you'll remember you The of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend
The microphone The microphone The fiend The fiend ....