Tytuł: Microphone fiend

• Wykonawca: Rakim
• Wyświetleń: 419

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 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 reanamator!
   A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
   An assasinator, 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
  
   The microphone fiend...