Microphone Fiend

Rakim

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 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 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,

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 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 reanamator!

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

An assasinator, 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...



(Verse 2:)

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"