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« on: September 27, 2003, 10:09:00 PM »
Artist: Eric B and Rakim
Album: Follow the Leader
Song: 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 dis 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, Cuz it´s sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized 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 the cold, so it can coin-
cide, my thoughts to 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 herion
Soon as the ba** 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 reanamator!
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An a**asinator, 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...
(Verse 2:)
After 12, I´m worse that a Gremlin
Feed me Hip-hop and I start trembling
The thrill of suspense is intense, your horrified
But this ain´t the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside",
By any means neccesary, 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´re hand to me,
It´s inherited, it´s 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 of kept off
You didn´t keep the stage warm, step off!
Ladies and Gentleman, You´re about to see
A pasttime hobby about to be
Take it to the maximum, I can´t relax see, I´m
Hype as a hyperchrondriac ´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 who 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´m a hit´cha wit the blow of death
Before you go, you´ll remember you seen
The fiend of a microphone, I´m the microphone fiend
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