Microphone Fiend (Extended Remix)

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 yall
They tried to take it and say that Im too small
Cool cause I dont 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 brothers done
I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine
But I dont need a cigarette, know what I mean?
Im raging, ripping up the stage and
Dont it sound amazing
Cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, cause its sort of an addiction
Magnetized by the mixin
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, just 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, forty-eight tracks to slide
The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim
spread the word, cause Im in
E F F E C T, a smooth operator operating correctly

But back to the problem, I gotta habit
You cant solve it, silly rabbit
The prescription is a hyper tone thats thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like ******
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
Give me a stage and a mic and a mix
And Ill put you in a mood
Or is ita state of unawareness?
Beware, its the reanamator
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assasinator, if the people aint stepping
You see a part of me that you never seen
When Im fiending for a microphone, Im the microphone fiend
After twelve, Im worse that a Gremlin
Feed me Hip hop and I start trembling
The thrill of suspense is intense, youre horrified
But this aint the cinemas of Tales From the Dark Side
By any means necessary, this is what has to be done
Make way cause here I come, my DJ cuts material, grand imperial

Its a must that I bust any mic youre hand to me
Its inherited, its runs in the family
I wrote the rhyme that broke the bulls back
If that dont slow em up, I carry a full pack
Now I dont want to have to let off, you should of kept off
You didnt keep the stage warm, step off
Ladies and Gentleman, youre about to see
A past time hobby about to be
Take it to the maximum, I cant relax see
Im hype as a hyperchrondriac cause the rap be one
Hell of a antidote, something you cant smoke
More than ****, youre trying to move away but you cant, youre 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 Im the remainder
So close your eyes and hold your breath(breath)
And Im a hitcha wit theblow of death(death)
Before you go, you'll remember you seen
The fiend of a microphone, Im the microphone fiend

The microphone fiend......... ...........