To The Listeners Lyrics
| Song | To The Listeners |
| Artist | Eric B. & Rakim |
| Album | Follow The Leader |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Griffin | |
| 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 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 makinOne 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 |
| zuo ci : Griffin | |
| 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 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 makinOne 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 |
| zuò cí : Griffin | |
| 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 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 makinOne 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 |
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