Chords for Eric B. & Rakim - Microphone Fiend

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_ _ _ _ _ _ I was a fiend [Eb] before I became a teen.
I melted microphones instead of cones.
I ice cream music [F] orientated.
So when hip hop was originated,
fitted like pieces [C] of puzzles,
complicated because I grabbed the mic and try to [F] say yes,
y'all don't try to take [Bb] it and say that I'm too small.
Cool.
Because I don't get upset.
I kick a hole in the speaker,
pull a plug, then I jet back to the lab [Fm] 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 diss the opposite
then ask if the brother's done.
I get a [Bb] craving like I fiend for nicotine,
but I don't need a cigarette.
Know what I mean?
[Db] I'm raging.
[Eb] Spin up the stage and don't it sound [F] amazing?
Just every rhyme is mating.
Daughter, cousin, sort of, an addiction.
_ Magnetized by the mixing.
Vocals vocabulary [E] and verses just stuck [Fm] in.
The mic is a drain, no volcanoes erupting.
Rhymes overflowing, [F] gradually growing.
Everything is written in the code so it can coincide.
My thoughts are God.
_ 48 tracks to slide.
The invincible [Eb]
microphone being Rakim.
Spread the word.
Cause I'm N-E-F-F-E-C-T.
A smooth operator operating [F] correctly.
But back to the Pablo.
I gotta have it.
You can't solve it.
[Fm] Silly rabbit, the prescription is a hypertone.
That's knowing I fiend for a [F] microphone. Like [Fm] heroin.
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix.
Give me a stage and a mic and a mix
and I'll put you in a mood.
Or is it a state of [Fm] unawareness?
Beware, it's the reanimator.
A menace to a microphone.
A lethal weapon or assassinator.
If the people ain't stepping,
you'll 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, [C] hop, and I start trembling.
The thrill of suspense [E] is intense. You're horrified.
But this ain't the senileness of tales from the [F] dark side.
By any means necessary, this is what has to be done.
Make way, cause here I come.
My DJ plus material.
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Grand Imperial.
It's a must that I [A] bust any mic you hand [F] to me.
It's inherited, it runs in the family.
I wrote the rhyme that broke the [F] bones back.
If that [Eb] don't slow him up, I carry a full pack.
Now I don't [F] wanna have to let off.
You should've kept off.
You didn't keep the stage warm.
Step off.
Ladies and [Eb] gentlemen, you're about to see
a pastime hobby about [Fm] to be taken to the maximum.
I can't relax, see I'm [Eb] hype as a hypochondriac
cause to rap be one hell of an act.
A dope simple, [F] you can't smoke more than dope.
You try to move away, but you can't.
You're broke more [Cm] than cracked up.
You should've backed up.
But those that act up need to be more than smacked up.
Any entertainer, I gotta talk to [F] Chamber one on one.
And I'm the remainder.
So close your eyes and hold your breath.
And I'ma hit you with the blow deaf.
Before you go, you'll remember you've seen
The Fiend of a microphone.
I'm the [Fm] microphone fiend, I'm the microphone [E] fiend.
[F] _ _ _ _ The microphone fiend.
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[Eb] The microphone fiend. _ _
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