I was a 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 an' tried to say, Yes, yall
They tried to take it an' say that Im too small
Cool 'cause I dont get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jetBack 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 brothers doneI get a cravin', for I fiend for nicotine
But I dont need a cigarette, know what I mean?
Im ragin', rippin' up the stage
An' dont it sound amazin' 'cause every rhyme is madeAn' thought of 'cause its sort of an addiction
Magnetized by the mixin'
Vocals, vocabulary, in verses, youre stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes eruptin'Rhymes overflowin', gradually growin'
Everythin' is written in the cold, so it can coincide
My thoughts to guide
48 tracks to slideThe invincible microphone fiend, Rakim
Spread the word cause he's in
E F F E C T
A smooth operator operatin' correctlyBut back to the problem, I gotta have it
I ain't into solvin' it, silly rabbit
The prescription is a hyper tune thats thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like heroinSoon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
So gimme a stage an' a mic an' a mix
An' I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
Unawareness? Beware, its the re-animatorA menace to a microphone, the lethal weapon
Or assassinator, if the people, they steppin'
You see a part of me you never seen
When Im fiendin' for a microphone, Im the microphone fiendAfter 12, Im worse that a gremlin
Feed me hip hop an' I start tremblin'
The thrill of suspense is intense, you're horrified
But this aint the cinemas of 'Tales From The Darkside'By any means necessary, this is what had to be done
Make way 'cause here I come
DJ cuts material
Called 'Imperial'Its a must that I bust any mic you're hand to me
Its inherited, its runs in the family
See, I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull's back
If that dont slow em up, I carry a full packNow I dont want to have to let off, you should've kept off
You didnt keep the stage warm, so step off
Ladies an' gentleman, youre about to see
A past time hobby about to beTake it to the maximum, I cant relax see
I'm hype as a hypochondriac 'cause the rap be
One hell of a antidote, somethin' you cant smoke
More than dope, youre tryin' to move away
But you cant, youre brokeMore 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 an' Im the remainderSo close your eyes an' hold your breath
An' Ima hitcha wit the blow of death
Before you go, youll remember you seen
The fiend for a microphone, Im the microphone fiendThe microphone fiend
The microphone fiend
Im the microphone fiend
Im the microphone fiend