Microphone Fiend - Eric B. & 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