Microphone Fiend Song Lyrics

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 ragin', rippin' up the stage and
Don't it sound amazin', 'cause every rhyme is made and

Thought of, 'cause it's sort of, an addiction
Magnetized, by the mixin'
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting
Rhymes overflowin', gradually growin'
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 operatin' correctly
But back to the problem, I gotta habit
You can't solve it, silly rabbit