Microphone Fiend [Extended Remix]

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Eric B. & Rakim

Eric B. & Rakim were a hip-hop duo composed of DJ Eric Barrier (born November 8, 1965) and MC Rakim (born William Michael Griffin Jr. on January 28, 1968). more »

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1988

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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, 
Magnatized 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 it can coincide, 
My thoughts to guide, 
48 tracks to slide 
The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim 
Spread the word, 'cause I'm in 
E-F-F-E-see-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 hypertone that's thorough when 
I fiend for a microphone like herion 
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix 
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 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 12, I'm worse that a Gremlin 
Feed me Hip-hop and I start trembling 
The thrill of suspense is intense, your horrified 
But this ain't the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside", 
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 pastime 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! 
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 

The microphone fiend

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