Microphone Fiend

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, y'all”

They tried to take it an' 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 cravin', for I fiend for nicotine

But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?

I'm ragin', rippin' up the stage

An' don't it sound amazin' 'cause every rhyme is made

An' thought of 'cause it's sort of an addiction

Magnetized by the mixin'

Vocals, vocabulary, in verses, you're 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 slide

The invincible microphone fiend, Rakim

Spread the word 'cause he's in

E F F E C T

A smooth operator operatin' correctly

But back to the problem, I gotta have it

I ain't into solvin' it, silly rabbit

The prescription is a hyper tune that's thorough when

I fiend for a microphone like ******

Soon 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, it's the re-animator

A menace to a microphone, the lethal weapon

Or assassinator, if the people, they steppin'

You see a part of me 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 hip hop an' I start tremblin'

The thrill of suspense is intense, you're horrified

But this ain't 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'

It's a must that I bust any mic you're 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've kept off

You didn't keep the stage warm, so step off

Ladies an' 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, somethin' you can't smoke

More than ****, 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 an' I'm the remainder

So close your eyes an' hold your breath

An' I'ma hit'cha wit the blow of death

Before you go, you'll remember you seen

The fiend for a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend

The microphone fiend

The microphone fiend

I'm the microphone fiend

I'm the microphone fiend