Eric B. & Rakim

Its been a long time, I shouldnt have left you
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Think of how many weak shows you slept through
Times up, Im sorry I kept you
Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Dance wit the speaker till you hear it blow,
Then plug in the headphone cause here it go
Its a 4 letter word when its heard, it control
your body to dance (You got it) soul,
Ditects the tempo like a red alert
Reaches your reflex, so let it work
When this is playing, you cant get stuck wit
The steps, so get set and Im a still come up wit
A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go
Def wit the record that was mixed a long time ago
It can be done but only I can do it
For those that can dance and clap your hands to it
I start to think and then I sink
Into the paper like I was ink
When Im writing, Im trapped in between the lines,
I escape when I finish the rhyme...
I got soul
You got it [x4]
I know you got soul
Picture a mic, the stage is empty
A beat like this might tempt me
To pose, show my rings and my fat gold chain
Grab the mic like Im on Soul Train
But Ill wait cause I mastered this
Let the others go first so the brothers dont miss
Eric B. break the sticks (you got it)
Rakim will begin when you make the mix
Ill experiment like a scientist
You wanna rhyme, you gotta sign my list
Cause Im a manifest and bless the mic I hold
You want it next? then you gotta have soul
Cause if you aint got it, Im a make an encore
Take the mic, make the people respond for
The R, cause thats the way itll have to be
If you wanna get on after me
Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it and dont waste your time
Cause Ill be in the crowd if you aint controlling it
Drop the mic, you shouldnt be holding it
This is how it should be done
This style is identical to none
Some try to make it sound like this but youre getting me
So upset that Im wet cause youre sweating me
I drip steam like a microphone fiend
Eager to MC is my theme
I get hype when I hear a drum roll
Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul
You got it [x5]
I got soul (you got it) thats why I came
To teach those who cant say my name
First of all, Im the soloist, the soul controller
Rakim gets stronger as I get older
Constant elevation causes expansion
I write my rhyme while I cool in my mansion
Then put it on tape and in the city I test it
Then on the radio the Rs requested
You listen to it, the concept might break you
Cause almost anyone can relate to...
Whoevers out of hand, Im give him handles
Light em up, blow em out like candles
Or should I just let him melt?
Then give him a hand so they can see how it felt
Im not bold just cuz I rock gold
Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul
You got it [x4]
Now Im a stop to see what you got
Get off the mic before I get too hot
I want to see which posse can dance the best
It should be easy cause the beat is fresh
Now if your from Uptown, Brooklyn- bound,
The Bronx, Queens, or Long Island Sound,
Even other states come right and exact,
It aint where youre from, its where youre at
Since you came here, you have to show and prove
And do that dance until it dont move
Cause all you need is soul self-esteem will release,
The rest is up to you, Rakim ll say peace
You got it [x10]
[ I Know You Got Soul Lyrics ]