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