Microphone Fiend

(album: Loco - 2001)

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, y'all"
They tried to take it an' 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 dis the opposite, then ask if the brother's done

I get a craving, for I fiend for nicotine
But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I'm raging, ripping up the stage
An' don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made

An' thought of 'cause it's sort of an addiction
Magnetized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, in 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 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 have it
I ain't into solving it, silly rabbit
The prescription is a hyper tune that's 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, it's the re-animator

A menace to a microphone, the lethal weapon
Or assassinator, if the people, they stepping
You see a part of me 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 an' I start trembling
The thrill of suspense is intense, you're horrified
But this ain't 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'

It's a must that I bust any mic you're 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've kept off
You didn't keep the stage warm, so step off
Ladies an' 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 an' I'm the remainder

So close your eyes an' hold your breath
An' I'ma hit'cha wit the blow of death
Before you go, you'll remember you seen
The fiend for a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend

The microphone fiend
The microphone fiend

I'm the mic, I'm the mic, I'm the microphone fiend...