Текст песни Eric B And Rakim - Microphone Fiend
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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, complicated`Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, " Yes y`all!"They tried to take it, and say that I`m too smallCool, `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 I fiend for nicotineBut I don`t need a cigarette, know what I mean?I`m raging, ripping up the stage andDon`t it sound amazing `cause every rhyme is made andThought of, Cuz it`s sort of...an addiction,Magnatized 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 it can coin-cide, my thoughts to guide,48 tracks to slideThe invincible, microphone fiend RakimSpread the word, `cause I`m in E-F-F-E-C-TA smooth operator operating correctly,But back to the problem, I gotta habit,You can`t solve it, silly rabbitThe prescription is a hypertone that`s thorough whenI fiend for a microphone like herionSoon as the bass kicks, I need a fixGimme a stage and a mic and a mixAnd I`ll put you in a mood or is it a state ofunawareness? Beware, it`s the reanamator!A menace to a microphone, a lethal weaponAn assasinator, 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 fiend...(Verse 2:)After 12, I`m worse that a GremlinFeed me Hip-hop and I start tremblingThe thrill of suspense is intense, your horrifiedBut this ain`t 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.It`s a must that I bust any mic you`re hand to me,It`s inherited, it`s runs in the familyI 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 offYou didn`t keep the stage warm, step off!Ladies and Gentleman, You`re about to seeA pasttime hobby about to beTake it to the maximum, I can`t relax see, I`mHype as a hyperchrondriac `cause the rap be one-Hell 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!So close your eyes and hold your breath,And I`m a hit`cha wit the blow of deathBefore you go, you`ll remember you seenThe fiend of a microphone, I`m the microphone fiendThe microphone fiend...