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 the cold, 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...