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to the listeners, for those that have a ear for this
State of the art, for the mix
Eardrums are playing along to what I'm sayin you're a song
Stevie on the keyboard, swingin along
But you have to dance, play it cool and listen
My DJ's mixin, and do the quizzin
Cause who is one if not best then better
Here's a the 18th letter
The rhymes is sportable, is portable
For any man, swords is not affordable
take a loss cause I'm hard to beat
I ain't but don't sell me a dream I don't sleep
I'm Paid in Full, so the bull
This ain't a up, you don't have to wave until
You feel Sure, and you want more then wipe sweat
Cause I just to see how hype you could get
Cause when I in the door steppin hard enough to shake the floor
I just started but the can't make no more
Runnin out of beats breaks and out of
If I was gone, be runnin out of rhymes
I improve, don't have to be long
If it's understood and the is strong
You can speak out and the crowd as prisoners
The people is peepless, it's to the

I'm the Lord, for you can absorb
Try and control and be but the cut's in a cord
Make me deeper than down, I make the crowd, around
People are peepless, cause the found
Phrases, thoughts, by the R of course
One thing I do is em different, and far from yours
You talkin, when will all the damage be done?
You say you're rulin but I'm in the place you don't come
Maybe waitin, to see what I'm makin
One style gets taken, then I'ma be breakin
If the patterns are causes, is soft
But make it hard for you to start, I left off
You yourself, till the point is across
You hit to rewind it, that's when you hit the pause
I set the scene, you hear mixin
Then the microphone fiend's in effect, still
Pay close attention, never mentioned
Listen up I got a new invention
Made from a musician it's notes are crisp
But listen to what I wrote on a disc
Copywritten but still bitten they almost like
pumpin, but it ain't down like
A record's supposed to sound, watch as it go
Records are broken, into the ground
That ain't My Melody, brothers keep up and tellin me
Others are to flow smooth and steadily
Potholes are left in my path I crash and bruise
refuse and cruise right past em
Cause I just left to do it for easy
Death, till I get back you stay in step
After speaking you'll stare, if I was there your is
Letters full of poetical medicine, is for the listeners