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- Eric B. & Rakim Microphone Fiend 歌詞
- Eric B. & Rakim
- 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 'cause it's sort of an addiction
Magnetized by the mixing
Vocals vocabulary your verses just stuck in
The mic is a Drano volcanoes erupting
Rhymes overflowing gradually growing
Everything is written in the cold
So it can coincide my thoughts to guide
Forty-eight 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 hyper tone
That's thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like ******
Soon as the bass kicks I need a fix
Give me 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
After twelve I'm worse that a Gremlin
Feed me Hip hop and I start trembling
The thrill of suspense is intense
You're horrified
But this ain't the cinemas
Of 'Tales From the Dark Side'
By any means necessary
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 past time 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 **** 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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