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 raging, ripping up the stage and
Don`t it sound amazing `cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, Cuz it`s sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you`re stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting,
Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing
Everything 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, `cause I`m in
E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating 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 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 reanamator!
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assasinator, if the people ain`t stepping
You see a part of me that you never seen
When I`m fiending for a microphone, I`m the microphone fiend...
(Verse 2:)
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 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 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 `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
The microphone fiend...
