I was a 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 '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 this the opposite then ask if the brother's done I get a cravin' like I fiend for nicotine But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean? I'm ragin', rippin' up the stage and Don't it sound amazin' 'cause every rhyme is made and Thought of, 'cause it's sort of an addiction Magnetized by the mixing Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in The mic is a Drano, volcanoes eruptin' Rhymes overflowin', gradually growin' Everything is written in the cold, so it can coincide My thoughts to guide Forty eight tracks to slide The invincible, microphone fiend, Rakim Spread the word 'cause I'm in E-F-F-E-C-T A smooth operator operating correctly But back to the problem, I got a habit You can't solve it, silly rabbit The prescription is a hyper tone that's thorough when I fiend for a microphone like 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 Unawareness, beware, it's the re-animator A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon An assassinator, if the people ain't steppin' You see a part of me that you never seen When I'm fiendin' for a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend After twelve, I'm worse than a Gremlin Feed me hip-hop and I start tremblin' The thrill of suspense is intense, you're 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 hand to me It's inherited, it 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 wanna 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, somethin' you can't smoke More than dope, you're tryin' 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'ma hit you with the blow of death Before you go, you'll remember you seen The fiend of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend |
You call me up again just to break me like a promise
So casually cruel in the name of being honest |
These days I'm becoming everything that I hate
Wishing you were around but now it's too late My mind is a place that I can't escape your ghost Sometimes I wish that I could wish it all away One more rainy day without you Sometimes I wish that I could see you one more day One more rainy day |
I'm too hot (hot damn) Make a dragon wanna retire man. |
Midnight, and the kitties are sleeping
Downstairs by the furnace While birdies are cheeping |
The beach was deserted except for some kelp.... |
When I try to move my arms sometimes
They weigh too much to lift I think you buried me awake My one and only parting gift But you return to me at night Just when I think I may have fallen asleep Your face is up against mine And I'm too terrified to speak You're screaming And cursing And angry And hurting me And then smiling And crying Apologizing |
Most people were overjoyed, they took to their boats
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door Have been silenced forevermore And the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row It seems farther than ever before (oh no) |
The boy could have grown to never strain a hand
Yet now he speaks of working his own land And father's bribery is all for naught For the moral of these stories can't be bought How I marvel when Ivy Leagues is shed To tend the wheat that's soon to be your bread If you choose rebellion over sweet content Can you really sing the rogue's lament again? No I'll sing the rogue's lament never again I'll sing the rogue's lament never again When you roll your own bed Always be out of lead Ya cannot sing the rogue's lament again The Gypsy, The Punk, And The Fool (A Tale) by Mischief Brew |
I like big butts and I cannot lie |
many from DCFC.
And I’ll sit and wonder / Of every love that could’ve been / If I’d only thought of something charming to say. ------- When you feel embarrassed then I’ll be your pride / When you need directions then I’ll be your guide. ------- There’s no blame for how our love did slowly fade / And now that it’s gone it’s like it wasn’t there at all / And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide / Lying awake at night. ----- But I know it's too late/ I should have given you a reason to stay. |
Take a sad song and make it better. |
And so it is
Just like you said it would be Life goes easy on me Most of the time |
Ain’t nobody perfect, cuz ain’t nobody free |
I've shivers down my spine. And it feels divine.
-- "Show me heaven" |