It`s to the listeners (whispered 4X)
*musical interlude*
It`s to the listener
(repeat interlude and line 4X)
Verse One: Rakim
It`s to the listeners for those that have a ear for this
State of the art engineered for the mix
Eardrums are playing 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 until
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 improve, record 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
Verse Two:
I`m the Lord, for somethin you can absorb
Try and control and be cautious but the cut`s in a cord
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`ma be breakin
If the patterns are causes, piano is soft
But make it hard for you to start, where I left off
You find yourself, till the point is across
You hit reverse to rewind it, that`s when you hit the 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 they almost sound like
Almost pumpin, but it ain`t down like
A record`s supposed to sound, watch as it go 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 whatever
Death, till I get back you better stay in step
After speaking you`ll stare, if I was there your description is
Letters full of poetical medicine, this is for the listeners
