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It's to the listeners (whispered 4X)
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*musical interlude*
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It's to the listener
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(repeat interlude and line 4X)
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Verse One: Rakim
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It's to the listeners for those that have a ear for this
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State of the art engineered for the mix
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Eardrums are playing along to what I'm sayin you're singin a song
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Stevie Blass on the keyboard swingin along
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But you don't have to dance play it cool and listen
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My DJ's mixin, and I'll do the quizzin
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Cause who is number one if not best then better
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Here's a hint: the 18th letter
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The rhymes is sportable, microphone is portable
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For any immortal man, swords is not affordable
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Never take a loss cause I'm hard to beat
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I ain't cheap but don't sell me a dream I don't sleep
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I'm Paid in Full, so save the bull
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This ain't a stick-up, you don't have to wave until
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you feel Sure, and you want more then wipe your sweat
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Cause I just wanted to see how hype you could get
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Cause when I came in the door steppin hard enough to shake the floor
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I just started but the others can't make no more
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Runnin out of beats breaks and out of time
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If I was gone, you'd be runnin out of rhymes
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I improve, record don't have to be long
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If it's understood and the story is strong
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You can speak out and hold the crowd as prisoners
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The people is peepless, it's to the listeners
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Verse Two:
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I'm the Lord, for somethin you can absorb
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Try and control and be cautious but the cut's in a cord
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Make me deeper than down, I make the crowd, crowd around
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People are peepless, cause the soloist found
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Phrases, thoughts, made by the R of course
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One thing I do is keep em different, and far from yours
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You keep talkin, when will all the damage be done?
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You say you're rulin but when I'm in the place you don't come
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Maybe you're waitin, to see what I'm makin
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One more style gets taken, then I'ma be breakin
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If the patterns are causes, piano is soft
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But make it hard for you to start, where I left off
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You find yourself, till the point is across
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You hit reverse to rewind it, that's when you hit the pause
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I set the scene, first you hear mixin
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Then the microphone fiend's in effect, still listenin?
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Pay close attention, never before mentioned
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Listen up I got a brand new invention
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Made from a musician it's notes are played crisp
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But listeners listen to what I wrote on a disc
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Copywritten but still bitten they almost sound like
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Almost pumpin, but it ain't down like
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A record's supposed to sound, watch as it go around
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Records are broken, smashed into the ground
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That ain't My Melody, brothers keep runnin up and tellin me
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Others are trying to flow smooth and steadily
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Potholes are left in my path then I crash and bruise
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Whoever refuse and cruise right past em
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Cause I just left to do it for easy whatever
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Death, till I get back you better stay in step
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After speaking you'll stare, if I was there your description is
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Letters full of poetical medicine, this is for the listeners
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To The Listeners
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Eric B. & Rakim |