Microphone Fiend E

Say, either you Know or you ain't know, oh. Kurupt is the man, I found the fiend. Either you know or you ain't Know, oh Kurupt. Microphone fiend. Microphone fiend. Ah. Gangsta microphone fiend. Oh, gangsta microphone fiend. Oh, oh. I was a fiend, before I became a teen. I melted microphones instead of cones of ice cream. Hood-orientated when gangsta rap was originated. Nickels, semis, and Ks, complicated. 'Cause I grab the K and dump and spray At y'all. The homies take it, and say that I'm too small. A fool, 'cause I don't get Upset. I start the thunder and make the set Swarm, then I jet. Back to the ave, Crenshaw Avenue. Eight rap, then grab another K to blast. One after the other one, then I dump another One. We get to chippin', skatin', and chip another One. I get a cravin' like a fiend for Nicotine. Sit back and dip my cigarette, know what I mean? My phrases, calicos, and gauges, Verbally amazin'. Spread it, it's contagious. Start up, 'cause it's sort of an addiction. Magnetized, when the clips shift. Vocals of cavalry, the hood that you're stuck in. The homies gon' bang on, volcanoes eruptin'. Rhymes overflowin', gradually growin'. Everything is written in a code so it can Coincide. My thoughts to God, .38's, MACs, and 9's. The invincible poetry poltergeist, young Adolf, Nice. Kurupt, Gotti, Vincent Price. P-R-E-C-I-S-E. The hood operatin', operatin' correctly. Now spin your revolvers, we gotta have it. Twins revolvin', semis and mattocks. It's Gotti, the sniper's on. Black terrorists, I fiend for a knife and chrome, Black heroin. Soon as the gauge kick, Niggas is chipped. Semi, a gauge, and a nickel-three Equip. And I'll put you in a mood, or Is it a state of unawareness? Gladiators shift the equator. 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 9 and chrome, I'm a 9 and chrome fiend. After 12, I'm worse than a gremlin. A couple nickels and I start tremblin'. Spillin' some tints and some dents and homicides. But this is the cinema of tales from the Dark side. By any means necessary, This is what has to be done. Make way, the hood gon' come, stone cut material. Jersey Imperial. It's a must that I bust any 9 you Hand to me. It's inherited, it runs in the Family. I dropped the straw which broke the camel's Back. If that didn't break it, I'm cockin' an 11 MAC. Now I don't wanna have to let Off, the homies let off. Who you tryna fuck with, nigga? Tech off. Bitches and gentlemen, You're about to see. A pastime hobby that's 'bout to be taken to The maximum in a Maxima. Hype as a hypochondriac in a Lackrum dub. Hell of an Oakland quote, indica smoke. Locs, folks in ropes, raw coke spread and stoked. Provoke more than an act up, you shoulda backed Up. For those who smacked up need to be More than clapped up. Any entertainer, I got a chamber changer. One-on-one, torture mangle ranger. So close your eyes and hold your breath. And I'ma hit you spittin' fours and tes. Before you go, you'll remember you seen the fiend Of the microphone. I'm the 9 chrome fiend. Say, either you know or you ain't know, Oh. Kurupt is the man, I found the fiend. Either you know or you ain't Know, oh Kurupt. Microphone fiend. Gangsta microphone fiend. Go from the top, give me one, just one More from the Gangsta microphone fiend. Oh. Oh, Kurupt. Fiend. Ayy, rewind that shit.