Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song To The Listeners , by - Eric B.. Song from the album Follow The Leader, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2004
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
To The Listeners |
| 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 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 |
| 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’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 lost til 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 |
| At the speakers you’ll stare, if I was there your description is letters full of poetical messages, this is for the listeners |