Rap Addiction - Blaq Poet

Sha

NYGz

Yo, this shit is so addicting, you heard?

I’m in recovery right now

Been in recovery for about 30 minutes

Fuck that recovery shit

Yo Preem, let’s get high

I’ve been an addict since the Microphone Fiend got me high

I had no defense, I ain’t been sober since

It got it bad, the monkey on my back got the shakes

Make no mistakes, I need drums and breaks

A bassline I can ride on, get my high on

Gangster lean, I’m who the world got their eyes on

Mr. Relapse, be spitting raps to the youth

I know I’m the truth, I hold meetings in the booth

Like Bishop on the roof, I’m a falling star

I ain’t learned 12 steps, keep 16 bars

on the chase, dog, I can’t slow down

I’m in the mix, I need my fix, and my flow got bounce

Ten Crack Commandments, I ain’t reached five

Cause your boy stay high on his own supply

The rap shit’s addictive, I can’t let go

Think I’m going back to rehab, no, no, no

«I'm just an addict, addicted to music»

«I gotta use it»

«Most notable, hip-hop quotable»

«Get biz on the mic like back in the days»

«I'm just an addict, addicted to music»

«I gotta use it»

«Most notable, hip-hop quotable»

«Get biz on the mic»

I step inside of the booth mega hard

I’m like Cool J

Premier’s beats is mushrooms, dog

My mic check, one, two, get me higher than dust do

Just a hip-hop junky, since back in the day

Nigga, hip-hop in my veins

Hanging out with the older dudes getting drunk off Bacardi

Shit, I fuck around and steal a speaker out the party

Follow the leader that’s criminal minded

Hard to earn, strictly business on the road to the riches

America’s most wanted, nigga, too chubby to breakdance

Posted up in the G-boy stance

This is that old Brownsville

no plastic

I’m classic for you bastards that want the raw dog

Put your money through the hole, my nigga, cock and go

I got a rap addiction, you wouldn’t believe

I need that shit, that’s why I fuck with Preem

Been a fiend since Run-DMC's Adidas

Before Rakim kicked over the speakers

Y’all don’t really know how bad I need it

I stay OD’ing, I’m undefeated

Back in the days, shit was serious

Treacherous Three, Flash with the Furious

Five niggas, Fearless Four was my niggas

Cold Crush and Crash Crew kept me high, nigga

I was rocking it on the school bus

Beating on the table, getting my fix at lunch

I don’t really know but somebody said

This shit was dead, they need a dose for their head

Just listen to me cause I rhyme harder

I leave you like Pookie, smoked out in the Carter

«Back in the days»