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I was a fiend (fiend) before I became a teen I melted microphones 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, 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 a 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, Magnetized 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 we can coincide, my thoughts to guide 48 tracks to slide The invincible, microphone fiend SongtexteRakim Spread the word 'cause he's in E-F-F-E-C-T A smooth operator operating correctly But back to the problem I gotta habit I ain't a solving it, silly rabbit The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when A fiend for a microphone like heroin Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix So 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 assassinator, 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 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin Feed me Hip-hop and I start trembling It's the thrill of suspense that's intense, you're horrified But this ain't the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside"(darkside) By any means necessary, this is what had to be done Make way 'cause here I come Fisty cuts material, material Call imperial, call imperial It's a must that I bust any mic you hand to me, It's inherited, it's runs in the family See 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, so 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 hypochondriac '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 (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 seen The fiend from a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend The microphone fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend . The microphone fiend, fiend, fiend I'm a mic, I'm a mic, I'm a microphone fiend, fiend, fiend I'm a mic, I'm a mic, I'm a microphone fiend, fiend, fiend Aus Songtexte Mania