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   ...