I was a fiend, before I became a teen
I melted microphone 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 dis the opposite, then ask if the brother's done
I get a craving 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 mixin'
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting
Rhymes overflowin', gradually growin'
Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-
Cide, my thoughts to guide
48 tracks to slide
The invincible microphone fiend Rakim
Spread the word, 'cause I'm in
E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operatin' correctly
But back to the problem, I gotta habit
You can't solve it, silly rabbit
The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like heroin
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
Gimme 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
A assassinater, 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 12, I'm worse that a Gremlin
Feed me hip-hop and I start tremblin'
The thrill of suspense is intense, your horrified
But this ain't the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside"
By any means neccesary, 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're hand to me
It's inherited, it's 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
Taken to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm
Hype as a hyperchrondriac 'cause the rap be one
Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke
More than dope, you're trying 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'm a hit'cha wit' the blow of death
Before you go, you'll remember you seen
The fiend of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend
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