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 diss 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 magnatized 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 it can coin cide my thoughts to guide 48 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 hypertone that s thorough when i fiend for a microphone like heroin 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 assassinater 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 that a gremlin feed me hip hop and i start trembling 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 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 pastime 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