Microphone Fiend Lyrics - Loco - Fun Lovin Criminals

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 

Rakim 

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