I was a fiend (fiend) before I became a teen
I melted microphones 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, 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 a 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
Magnetized 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 the cold, so we can coincide
My thoughts to guide
48 tracks to slide
The invincible, microphone fiend
Rakim
Spread the word 'cause he's in
E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly
But back to the problem
I gotta habit
I ain't a solving it, silly rabbit
The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when
A fiend for a microphone like heroin
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
So 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 stepping
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 than a Gremlin
Feed me Hip-hop and I start trembling
It's the thrill of suspense that's intense, you're horrified
But this ain't the cinemas of Tales From the Darkside(darkside)
By any means necessary, this is what had to be done
Make way 'cause here I come
Fisty cuts material, material
Call imperial, call imperial
It's a must that I bust any mic you hand to me
It's inherited, it's runs in the family
See 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, so step off
Ladies and Gentleman
You're about to see
A past time hobby about to be
Take it to the maximum
I can't relax see
I'm hype as a hypochondriac '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 (remainder)
So close your eyes and hold your breath
And I'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death (death)
Before you go, you'll remember you seen
The fiend from a microphone
I'm the microphone fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend
The microphone fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend
The microphone fiend, fiend, fiend
I'm a mic, I'm a mic, I'm a microphone fiend, fiend, fiend
I'm a mic, I'm a mic, I'm a microphone fiend, fiend, fiend
