Microphone Fiend

I was a fiend before I became a teen
 I melted microphones instead of cones of ice cream
 Music orientated so when hiphop was originated
 Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
 'Cuz I grabbed the mic and try to say, "Yes, y'all"
 They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small
 Cool, 'cuz 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, 'cuz it's sort of, an addiction, magnatized by the mixin'
 Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
 The mic is aldraino, volcanoes eruptin'
 Rhymes overflowin', gradually growin'
 Everythin' is written in code, so it can coin cide
 My thoughts to guide, 48 tracks to slide
 The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim
 Spread the word, 'cuz I'm in EFFECT
 A smooth operator operatin' correctly
 But back to the problem, I gotta habit
 You can't stop it, silly rabbit
 The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when
 I fiend for a microphone like herion
 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
 An assasinator, 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 Hiphop 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 'cuz 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 want to 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 pasttime hobby about to be
 Take it to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm
 Hype as a hyperchrondriac 'cuz the rap be one hell of a antidote
 Something you can't smoke more than dope
 You're tryin' 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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