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",
 By any means neccesary, this is what has to be done
 Make way 'cause 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 '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 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