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I was a fiend before I became a teen
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I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
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Music orientated so when hip hop was originated
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Fitted like pieces of puzzles complicated
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'Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say " Yes y'all!"
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They tried to take it and say that I'm too small
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Cool 'Cause I don't get upset
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I kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug then I jet
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Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
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So then I add all the rhymes I had
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One after the other one, then I make another one
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To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done
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I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine
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But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?
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I'm raging, ripping up the stage and
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Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and
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Thought of, Cuz it's sort of...an addiction,
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Magnatized by the mixing
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Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
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The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting,
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Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing
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Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-
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cide, my thoughts to guide,
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48 tracks to slide
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The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim
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Spread the word, 'cause I'm in
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E-F-F-E-C-T
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A smooth operator operating correctly,
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But back to the problem, I gotta habit,
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You can't solve it, silly rabbit
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The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when
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I fiend for a microphone like herion
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Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
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Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
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And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
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unawareness? Beware, it's the reanamator!
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A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
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An assasinator, if the people ain't stepping
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You see a part of me that you never seen
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When I'm fiending for a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend...
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(Verse 2:)
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After 12, I'm worse that a Gremlin
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Feed me Hip-hop and I start trembling
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The thrill of suspense is intense, your horrified
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But this ain't the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside",
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By any means neccesary, this is what has to be done
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Make way 'cause here I come....
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My DJ cuts material....
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Grand imperial.
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It's a must that I bust any mic you're hand to me,
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It's inherited, it's runs in the family
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I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull's back,
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If that don't slow 'em up, I carry a full pack.
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Now I don't want to have to let off, you should of kept off
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You didn't keep the stage warm, step off!
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Ladies and Gentleman, You're about to see
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A pasttime hobby about to be
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Take it to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm
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Hype as a hyperchrondriac 'cause the rap be one-
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Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke
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More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke
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More than cracked up, you should have backed up
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For those who act up need to be more than smacked up
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Any entertainer, I got a torture chamber
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One on one and I'm the remainder!
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So close your eyes and hold your breath,
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And I'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death
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Before you go, you'll remember you seen
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The fiend of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend
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The microphone fiend...
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Microphone Fiend
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Eric B. & Rakim |