I was a fiend (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 and try to say - Yes y'all!   They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small   Cool, 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 a 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   Cuz it's sort of an addiction,   Magnetized by the mixing   Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in   The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting,   Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing   Everything is written in the cold, so we 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 operating correctly   But back to the problem   I gotta habit   I ain't a solving it, silly rabbit   The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when    A fiend for a microphone like heroin   Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix   So 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 reanamator   A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon   An assassinator, 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 12,    I'm worse than a Gremlin   Feed me Hip-hop and I start trembling   It's the thrill of suspense that's intense, you're horrified   But this ain't the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside"(darkside)   By any means necessary, this is what had to be done   Make way 'cause here I come   Fisty cuts material, material   Call imperial, call imperial      It's a must that I bust any mic you 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 of kept off   You didn't keep the stage warm, so 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 hypochondriac '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 (remainder)   So close your eyes and hold your breath,   And I'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death (death)    Before you go, you'll remember you seen   The fiend from a microphone,    I'm the microphone fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend   The microphone fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend .   The microphone fiend, fiend, fiend   I'm a mic, I'm a mic, I'm a microphone fiend, fiend, fiend    I'm a mic, I'm a mic, I'm a microphone fiend, fiend, fiend