Lirik Lagu To The Listeners - Eric B. & Rakim
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
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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 thisState of the art engineered for the mixEardrums are playing along to what I'm sayin you're singin a songStevie Blass on the keyboard swingin alongBut you don't have to dance play it cool and listenMy DJ's mixin, and I'll do the quizzinCause who is number one if not best then betterHere's a hint: the 18th letterThe rhymes is sportable, microphone is portableFor any immortal man, swords is not affordableNever take a loss cause I'm hard to beatI ain't cheap but don't sell me a dream I don't sleepI'm Paid in Full, so save the bullThis ain't a stick-up, you don't have to wave untilyou feel Sure, and you want more then wipe your sweatCause I just wanted to see how hype you could getCause when I came in the door steppin hard enough to shake the floorI just started but the others can't make no moreRunnin out of beats breaks and out of timeIf I was gone, you'd be runnin out of rhymesI improve, record don't have to be longIf it's understood and the story is strongYou can speak out and hold the crowd as prisonersThe people is peepless, it's to the listeners
Verse Two:
I'm the Lord, for somethin you can absorbTry and control and be cautious but the cut's in a cordMake me deeper than down, I make the crowd, crowd aroundPeople are peepless, cause the soloist foundPhrases, thoughts, made by the R of courseOne thing I do is keep em different, and far from yoursYou keep talkin, when will all the damage be done?You say you're rulin but when I'm in the place you don't comeMaybe you're waitin, to see what I'm makinOne more style gets taken, then I'ma be breakinIf the patterns are causes, piano is softBut make it hard for you to start, where I left offYou find yourself, till the point is acrossYou hit reverse to rewind it, that's when you hit the pauseI set the scene, first you hear mixinThen the microphone fiend's in effect, still listenin?Pay close attention, never before mentionedListen up I got a brand new inventionMade from a musician it's notes are played crispBut listeners listen to what I wrote on a discCopywritten but still bitten they almost sound likeAlmost pumpin, but it ain't down likeA record's supposed to sound, watch as it go aroundRecords are broken, smashed into the groundThat ain't My Melody, brothers keep runnin up and tellin meOthers are trying to flow smooth and steadilyPotholes are left in my path then I crash and bruiseWhoever refuse and cruise right past emCause I
*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 thisState of the art engineered for the mixEardrums are playing along to what I'm sayin you're singin a songStevie Blass on the keyboard swingin alongBut you don't have to dance play it cool and listenMy DJ's mixin, and I'll do the quizzinCause who is number one if not best then betterHere's a hint: the 18th letterThe rhymes is sportable, microphone is portableFor any immortal man, swords is not affordableNever take a loss cause I'm hard to beatI ain't cheap but don't sell me a dream I don't sleepI'm Paid in Full, so save the bullThis ain't a stick-up, you don't have to wave untilyou feel Sure, and you want more then wipe your sweatCause I just wanted to see how hype you could getCause when I came in the door steppin hard enough to shake the floorI just started but the others can't make no moreRunnin out of beats breaks and out of timeIf I was gone, you'd be runnin out of rhymesI improve, record don't have to be longIf it's understood and the story is strongYou can speak out and hold the crowd as prisonersThe people is peepless, it's to the listeners
Verse Two:
I'm the Lord, for somethin you can absorbTry and control and be cautious but the cut's in a cordMake me deeper than down, I make the crowd, crowd aroundPeople are peepless, cause the soloist foundPhrases, thoughts, made by the R of courseOne thing I do is keep em different, and far from yoursYou keep talkin, when will all the damage be done?You say you're rulin but when I'm in the place you don't comeMaybe you're waitin, to see what I'm makinOne more style gets taken, then I'ma be breakinIf the patterns are causes, piano is softBut make it hard for you to start, where I left offYou find yourself, till the point is acrossYou hit reverse to rewind it, that's when you hit the pauseI set the scene, first you hear mixinThen the microphone fiend's in effect, still listenin?Pay close attention, never before mentionedListen up I got a brand new inventionMade from a musician it's notes are played crispBut listeners listen to what I wrote on a discCopywritten but still bitten they almost sound likeAlmost pumpin, but it ain't down likeA record's supposed to sound, watch as it go aroundRecords are broken, smashed into the groundThat ain't My Melody, brothers keep runnin up and tellin meOthers are trying to flow smooth and steadilyPotholes are left in my path then I crash and bruiseWhoever refuse and cruise right past emCause I
