Eric B. & Rakim - Microphone Fiend Lyrics
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, complicatedcause I grabbed the mic and try to say, yes yall!They tried to take it, and say that Im too smallCool, cause I dont 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 brothers doneI get a craving like I fiend for nicotineBut I dont need a cigarette, know what I mean?Im raging, ripping up the stage andDont it sound amazing cause every rhyme is made andThought of, cuz its sort of...an addiction,Magnatized by the mixingVocals, vocabulary, your verses, youre 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 Im inE-f-f-e-c-tA smooth operator operating correctly,But back to the problem, I gotta habit,You cant solve it, silly rabbitThe prescription is a hypertone thats thorough whenI fiend for a microphone like herionSoon as the bass kicks, I need a fixGimme a stage and a mic and a mixAnd Ill put you in a mood or is it a state ofUnawareness? beware, its the reanamator!A menace to a microphone, a lethal weaponAn assasinator, if the people aint steppingYou see a part of me that you never seenWhen Im fiending for a microphone, Im the microphone fiend...(verse 2:)After 12, Im worse that a gremlinFeed me hip-hop and I start tremblingThe thrill of suspense is intense, your horrifiedBut this aint 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.Its a must that I bust any mic youre hand to me,Its inherited, its runs in the familyI wrote the rhyme that broke the bulls back,If that dont slow em up, I carry a full pack.Now I dont want to have to let off, you should of kept offYou didnt keep the stage warm, step off!Ladies and gentleman, youre about to seeA pasttime hobby about to beTake it to the maximum, I cant relax see, imHype as a hyperchrondriac cause the rap be one-Hell of a antidote, something you cant smokeMore than dope, youre trying to move away but you cant, youre 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 Im the remainder!So close your eyes and hold your breath,And Im a hitcha wit the blow of deathBefore you go, youll remember you seenThe fiend of a microphone, Im the microphone fiendThe microphone fiend...
