Ca**idy - Microphone Fiend lyrics

Tha Hustla...Larsency Family...Crossover I serve Fiends, Before I became a man but sellin c**aine wasn't part of the gameplan I was rappin on stages before you cats was originated, before autotune and that bullcrap was created When i grabbed the mic and tried to spit my rhymes they said i couldn't, they wouldnt let me get my shine Cool..cuz i aint get upset, I lit a dutch, found a chicken to f** and i left to the hotel, she said she likes the weed she smells and i was rollin L after L 1 after after another 1 and i rolled another 1, to much dutchies im gone need another lung, i blaze haze but i dont fiend for nicotine, cuz i dont smoke cigarettes, just the green im blazin, lightin up the haze and dont i look asian the bud im smokin is amazin kush sour, grandfather and the piff it'll have u twisted thats the reason i twist it it'll get u twice as high if u try to mix it higher than your rent bill when your gettin evicted rhymes overflowin, imma get dough and, im blessed si i guess thats why my rhymes coincide.. with my thoughts in god, i gotta thank him that he kept me alive the invincible microphone fiend thats me ca**idy, theres no match for me E-F-F-E-C-T, i need my R-E-S-P-E-C-T cuz ca** is a problem, i gotta have it and your retarded plus your a f*gget my dj gotta microphone his name thorough and im dope with the microphone like h**ne i make the ba** flip, you need a fix gimme some soda, some ice, and a brick i whip, wait til it cool, n cut with the razor i made ya, if u f**in with me you touch paper middle fingers up f** haters I keep the weapon, get a**a**inated when them guns up haters see a part me people at home never seen when im feinin for a microphone, imma microphone fiend after 12, im worse than dracula, turnin pages in my rap book, i need a spatula thats intense, im convinced you terrified you see the barrel size, u gunna die or be paralized by any means necessary, this is what has to be done make way cuz here ca** come my dj cut material material material material n he'll bury u it's a must that i crush any mic u hand to me its inherited, it runs in my family i wrote the most rhymes, i wrote the most raps, but my dad could rhyme and my mom had dope raps now i dont wanna have to pop off n bust a shot off if you cant keep the stage warm, then hop off ladies and gentlemen, ur about to see me the best in the game imma bout to be take it to the maximum, i cant relax and um so c**a cola on ice mixed wit yak is 1 hell of a the antidote and hella the damn smoke you wanna roll a gram of the smoke but u cant u broke you makin me crack up, u shouldv'e stacked up those who act up need to get more than clapped up any entertainer i got 1 in the chamber 2 take away 1 and im the remainder so close your eyes and hold ur f**in breath and imma squezze til theres nothing f**in left before you go u gunna know that you've seen a fiend on the microphone, imma microphone fiend