To the Listeners Songtext
von Eric B. & Rakim

It′s to the listeners
It's to the listeners
It′s to the listeners

It's to the listeners
It's to the listeners
It′s 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 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

It′s to the listeners

You still listenin'?

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
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, 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 ain't down like
A record′s supposed to sound, watch as 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 easy forever
Death, ′til 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

It′s to the listeners
It's to the listeners
It′s to the listeners

You still listenin'?
It's to the listeners