歌曲名To The Listeners (Album Version) 歌手名Eric B And Rakim

作词：William Griffin+Eric Barrier

作曲：William Griffin+Eric Barrier

Its 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 sayin youre singin a song

Stevie blass on the keyboard

Swingin along

But you don have to dance

Play it cool and listen

My djs mixin and I do the quizzin

Cause who is number one if

Not best then better

Heres 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 hard to beat

I aint cheap but don sell

Me a dream I don sleep

I paid in full so save the bull

This aint a stick you don

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

Cant make no more

Runnin out of beats breaks

And out of time

If I was gone youd be runnin out of rhymes

I improve record dont have to be long

If its understood and the story is strong

You can speak out and hold the

Crowd as prisoners

The people is peepless its to the listeners

I the lord for somethin you can absorb

Try and control and be cautious

But the cuts 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 youre rulin but when

I in the place you dont come

Maybe you waitin to see

What I makin

One more style gets taken

Then i maybe 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 when you hit the pause

I set the scene first you hear mixin

Then the microphone

Fiends in effect still listenin

Pay close attention never before mentioned

Listen up I got a brand new invention

Made from a musician its 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 aint down like

A records supposed to sound

Watch as it go around

Records are broken

Smashed into the ground

That aint 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 youll stare

If I was there your description is

Letters full of poetical medicine

This is for the listeners