microphone fiend

I was a fiend before I became a teen

I melted microphones instead of cones of ice cream

Music orientated so when hiphop was originated

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated

‘Cuz I grabbed the mic and try to say, “Yes, y’all”

They tried to take it, and say that I’m too small

Cool, ‘cuz 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 amazin’, ’cause every rhyme is made and

Thought of, ‘cuz it’s sort of, an addiction

magnatized by the mixin’ Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you’re stuck in

The mic is a Drano, volcanoes erupting

Rhymes overflowing, gradually growingAnnotate

Everythin’ is written in code, so it can coincide，My thoughts to guide,

48 tracks to slide

The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim

Spread the word, ‘cuz I’m in EFFECTA smooth operator operatin’ correctly

But back to the problem, I gotta habit

You can’t stop 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 re-animator

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

An assasinator, if the people ain’t steppin’

You see a part of me that you never seen

When I’m fiendin’ for a microphone, I’m the microphone fiend

After 12, I’m worse that a Gremlin

Feed me Hiphop and I start tremblin’

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 ‘cuz 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 ‘cuz the rap be one hell of a antidote

Something you can’t smoke more than dope

You’re tryin’ 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