Testo Microphone Fiend

I was a fiend before I became a teenI melted microphone instead of cones of ice creamMusic orientated so when hip-hop was originatedFitted 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 smallCool, 'Cause I don't get upsetI kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jetBack to the lab ...without a mic to grabSo then I add all the rhymes I hadOne after the other one, then I make another oneTo dis the opposite then ask if the brother's doneI get a craving like I fiend for nicotineBut I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?I'm raging, ripping up the stage andDon't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made andThought of, Cuz it's sort of...an addiction,Magnatized by the mixingVocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck inThe mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting,Rhymes overflowing, gradually growingEverything is written in the cold, so it can coin-cide, my thoughts to guide,48 tracks to slideThe invincible, microphone fiend RakimSpread the word, 'cause I'm inE-F-F-E-C-TA smooth operator operating correctly,But back to the problem, I gotta habit,You can't solve it, silly rabbitThe prescription is a hypertone that's thorough whenI fiend for a microphone like herionSoon as the bass kicks, I need a fixGimme a stage and a mic and a mixAnd I'll put you in a mood or is it a state ofunawareness? Beware, it's the reanamator!A menace to a microphone, a lethal weaponAn assasinator, if the people ain't steppingYou see a part of me that you never seenWhen I'm fiending for a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend...(Verse 2:)After 12, I'm worse that a GremlinFeed me Hip-hop and I start tremblingThe thrill of suspense is intense, your horrifiedBut this ain't the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside",By any means neccesary, this is what has to be doneMake 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' sruns in the familyI 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 offYou didn't keep the stage warm, step off!Ladies and Gentleman, You're about to seeA pasttime hobby about to beTake it to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'mHype as a hyperchrondriac 'cause the rap be one-Hell of a antidote, something you can't smokeMore than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're brokeMore than cracked up, you should have backed upFor those who act up need to be more than smacked upAny entertainer, I got a torture chamberOne 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 deathBefore you go, you'll remember you seenThe fiend of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiendThe microphone fiend...