Eric B. & Rakim - To The Listeners Lyrics
Its to the listeners (whispered 4x)*musical interlude*Its to the listener(repeat interlude and line 4x)Verse one: rakimIts to the listeners, for those that have a ear for thisState of the art, engineered for the mixEardrums are playing along to what Im sayin youre singin a songStevie blass on the keyboard, swingin alongBut you dont have to dance, play it cool and listenMy djs mixin, and Ill do the quizzinCause who is number one if not best then betterHeres a hint: the 18th letterThe rhymes is sportable, microphone is portableFor any immortal man, swords is not affordableNever take a loss cause Im hard to beatI aint cheap but dont sell me a dream I dont sleepIm paid in full, so save the bullThis aint a stick-up, you dont have to wave untilYou feel sure, and you want more then wipe your sweatCause I just wanted to see how hype you could getCause when I came in the door steppin hard enough to shake the floorI just started but the others cant make no moreRunnin out of beats breaks and out of timeIf I was gone, youd be runnin out of rhymesI improve, record dont have to be longIf its understood and the story is strongYou can speak out and hold the crowd as prisonersThe people is peepless, its to the listenersVerse two:Im the lord, for somethin you can absorbTry and control and be cautious but the cuts in a cordMake me deeper than down, I make the crowd, crowd aroundPeople are peepless, cause the soloist foundPhrases, thoughts, made by the r of courseOne thing I do is keep em different, and far from yoursYou keep talkin, when will all the damage be done?You say youre rulin but when Im in the place you dont comeMaybe youre waitin, to see what Im makinOne more style gets taken, then ima be breakinIf the patterns are causes, piano is softBut make it hard for you to start, where I left offYou find yourself, till the point is acrossYou hit reverse to rewind it, thats when you hit the pauseI set the scene, first you hear mixinThen the microphone fiends in effect, still listenin?Pay close attention, never before mentionedListen up I got a brand new inventionMade from a musician its notes are played crispBut listeners listen to what I wrote on a discCopywritten but still bitten they almost sound likeAlmost pumpin, but it aint down likeA records supposed to sound, watch as it go aroundRecords are broken, smashed into the groundThat aint my melody, brothers keep runnin up and tellin meOthers are trying to flow smooth and steadilyPotholes are left in my path then I crash and bruiseWhoever refuse and cruise right past emCause I just left to do it for easy whateverDeath, till I get back you better stay in stepAfter speaking youll stare, if I was there your description isLetters full of poetical medicine, this is for the listeners
