To The Listeners - Eric B. & Rakim

It's to the listeners (whispered 4X) 

*musical interlude* 
It's to the listener 
(repeat interlude and line 4X) 

Verse One: Rakim 

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 

Verse Two: 

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, 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