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, `cause it`s sort of an addiction
Magnetized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, just stuck in
The mic is a Drano, volcanoes erupting
Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing, everything is written in the cold
So it can coincide, my thoughts to guide, forty-eight 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 hyper tone that`s thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like heroin
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
Give me 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
After twelve, I`m worse that a Gremlin
Feed me Hip hop and I start trembling
The thrill of suspense is intense, you`re 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 past time 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
The microphone fiend
The microphone fiend
The microphone fiend
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