Microphone Fiend Lyrics - Rakim

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 aldraino, volcanoes eruptin' 

Rhymes overflowin', gradually growin' 

Everythin' is written in code, so it can coin cide 

My thoughts to guide, 48 tracks to slide 

The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim 

Spread the word, 'cuz I'm in EFFECT 

A 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 

The mic 

The microphone fiend 

The mic 

The microphone fiend 

The mic 

The microphone fiend 

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