Microphone Fiend

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 amazing

'Cause every rhyme is made and thought of

'Cuz it's sort of an addiction, magnetized by the mixin'

Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in

The mic is a Drano, volcanoes eruptin'

Rhymes overflowing, gradually growin'

Everythin' is written in the cold, so it can coincide

My thoughts to guide, 48 tracks to slide

The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim

Spread the word 'cause I'm in EFFECT

A smooth operator operating correctly but back to the problem

I gotta habit you can't solve it, silly rabbit

The prescription is a hyper tone, 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 reanamator

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

An assassinator, if the people ain't steppin'

You see a part of me that you never seen

When I'm fiending for a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend

After 12, I'm worse that a Gremlin, feed me hip-hop and I start trembling

The thrill of suspense is intense, your horrified

But this ain't the cinemas of Tales From the Dark side

By any means necessary, 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 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 pastime hobby about to be take it 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 that 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

The microphone fiend, the microphone fiend

The microphone fiend, the microphone fiend

The microphone fiend, the microphone fiend

The microphone fiend