Testo Microphone Fiend

Testo Microphone Fiend

I was a fiend (fiend) before I became a teenI melted microphones instead of cones of ice creamMusic orientated so when hip-hop was originatedFitted like pieces of puzzles, complicatedCause I grabbed the mic and try to say - Yes y'all!They tried to take it, and say that I'm too smallCool, cool '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 a fiend for nicotineBut I don't need a cigarette, know what I meanI'm raging, ripping up the stage andDon't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made andThought ofCuz it's sort of an addiction,Magnetized 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 we can coincide,my thoughts to guide48 tracks to slideThe invincible, microphone fiendRakimSpread the word 'cause he's inE-F-F-E-C-TA smooth operator operating correctlyBut back to the problemI gotta habitI ain't a solving it, silly rabbitThe prescription is a hypertone that's thorough whenA fiend for a microphone like heroinSoon as the bass kicks, I need a fixSo gimme a stage and a mic and a mixAnd I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of unawarenessBeware, it's the reanamatorA menace to a microphone, a lethal weaponAn assassinator, 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 fiendAfter 12,I'm worse than a GremlinFeed me Hip-hop and I start tremblingIt's the thrill of suspense that's intense, you're horrifiedBut this ain't the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside"(darkside)By any means necessary, this is what had to be doneMake way 'cause here I comeFisty cuts material, materialCall imperial, call imperialIt's a must that I bust any mic you hand to me,It's inherited, it's runs in the familySee I wrote the ryhme 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, so step offLadies and GentlemanYou're about to seeA past time hobby about to be,Take it to the maximum,I can't relax see,I'm hype as a hypochondriac 'cause the rap be oneHell 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 (remainder)So close your eyes and hold your breath,And I'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death (death)Before you go, you'll remember you seenThe fiend from a microphone,I'm the microphone fiend, fiend, fiend, fiendThe microphone fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend .The microphone fiend, fiend, fiendI'm a mic, I'm a mic, I'm a microphone fiend, fiend, fiendI'm a mic, I'm a mic, I'm a microphone fiend, fiend, fiend
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