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 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 brothers done
I 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 made
An' 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 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 thats thorough when I fiend for a microphone like heroin
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, its 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 Im fiendin' for a microphone, Im the microphone fiend
After 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 pack
Now 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 be
Take 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 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' Im the remainder
So 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 fiend
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