Eric B. , Rakim - To the Listeners lyrics

It's to the listeners it's to the listeners
It's to the listeners it's to the listeners

It's to the listener it's to the listener
It's to the listener it's to the listener

It's to the listeners
For those that have a ear for this
State of the art, engineered for the mix
Eardrums are playin' along to
What I'm sayin', you're singin' a song
Stevie Blass on the keyboard, swingin' along
But, you don't have to dance
Play it cool and listen
My DJ's mixin', and I'll do the quizzin'
'Cause who is number one? If not best
Then better here's a hint: The 18th letter
The rhymes is sportable
Microphone is portable for any immortal man
Swords is not affordable
Never take a loss 'cause I'm hard to beat
I ain't cheap but don't sell me a dream
I don't sleep
I'm Paid in Full, so save the bull
This ain't a stick-up
You don't have to wave ya tool
You feel sure, and you want more
Then wipe your sweat
'Cause, I just wanted to see
How hype you could get
'Cause when I came in the door
Steppin' hard enough to shake the floor
I just started
But the others can't make no more
Runnin' out of beats, breaks and out of time
If I was gone, you'd be runnin' out of rhymes
I prove records don't have to be long
If it's understood and the story is strong
You can speak out and hold
The crowd as prisoners
The people is peepless, it's to the listeners

It's to the listeners
Ssh, It's to the listeners
You still listening? It's to the listeners
Sshh

I'm the Lord, for somethin' you can absorb
Try and control and be cautious
But the cuts and the chords
Make me deeper than down
I make the crowd crowd around
People are peepless, 'cause the soloist found
Phrases, thoughts, made by the R of course
One thing I do is keep 'em different
And far from yours you keep talkin'
When will all the damage be done?
You say you're rulin' but when
I'm in the place, you don't come
Maybe you're waitin', to see what I'm makin'
One more style gets taken
Then I'mma be breakin'
Into patterns and pauses, piano is soft
But make it hard for you to
Start where I left off
You find yourself lost 'til
The point is across
You hit reverse to rewind it
That's when you hit pause
I set the scene, first you hear mixin'
Then the microphone fiend's in effect
Still listenin'?
Pay close attention, never before mentioned
Listen up, I got a brand new invention
Made from a musician
It's notes are played crisp
But listeners listen to what I
Wrote on a disc
Copywritten but still bitten
It almost sound like
Almost pumpin', but it ain't down like
A record's supposed to sound, watch it
It goes around
Records are broken, smashed into the ground
That ain't My Melody
Brothers keep runnin' up and tellin' me
Others are trying to flow smooth and steadily
Potholes are left in my path
Then I crash and bruise
Whoever refuse and cruise right past 'em
'Cause, I just left to do it for easy forever
Death, 'til I get back you
Better stay in step
At the speakers you'll stare, if I was there
Your description is
Letters full of poetical messages
This is for the listeners

It's to the listeners it's to the listeners
You still listening? It's to the listeners