it s to the listeners it s to the listeners it s to the listeners it s to the listeners it s to the listener it s to the listener it s to the listener it s to the listener it s to the listeners for those that have a ear for this state of the art engineered for the mix eardrums are playin 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 ya tool 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 it s to the listeners ssh it s to the listeners you still listening it s to the listeners sshh 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 mma be breakin into patterns and pauses 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 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 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 til 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 it s to the listeners it s to the listeners you still listening it s to the listeners1