mICROPHONE fIEND

, music orientated so when hip hop was originated,fitted like peices of puzzles; complicated,i shot grabbed the mic tryin to say yesyall, they tryin to take it,say that im to small,cool,cause i dont get upset,i just 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 ryhmes i had,1 after another 1 then i make another 1,but then i check to see if a brothers done,i get it craving like a fiend for nicotine,but i dont need a cigarete know what i mean im ragin tearin up the stage and DONT IT SOUND AMAZIN!