Eric B. and Rakim
I Know You Got Soul

It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left
you
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Think of how many
weak shows you slept through
Time's up, I'm 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
It's a 4 letter word when it's 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 can't get stuck
wit
The steps, so get set and I'm 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 I'm
writing, I'm trapped in between the lines,
I escape
when I finish the rhyme...
I got soul

You got it
(4x)
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 I'm on
Soul Train
But I'll wait 'cause I mastered
this
Let the others go first so the brothers don't
miss
Eric B. break the sticks (you got it)
Rakim will
begin when you make the mix
I'll experiment like a
scientist
You wanna rhyme, you gotta sign my
list
'Cause I'm a manifest and bless the mic I
hold
You want it next? then you gotta have
soul
'Cause if you ain't got it, I'm a make
an encore
Take the mic, make the people respond for
The
R, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be
If
you wanna get on after me
Think about it, wait, erase your
rhyme
Forget it and don't waste your
time
'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't
controlling it
Drop the mic, you shouldn't 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 you're
getting me
So upset that I'm wet 'cause
you're 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 (5x)

I got soul (you got it)
that's why I came
To teach those who can't say my
name
First of all, I'm 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 R's requested
You listen
to it, the concept might break you
'Cause almost anyone
can relate to...
Whoever's out of hand, I'm 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
I'm not bold just cuz
I rock gold
Rakim is on the mic and you know I got
soul

You got it (4x)

Now I'm 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
ain't where you're from, it's where you're
at
Since you came here, you have to show and prove
And
do that dance until it don't move
'Cause all you
need is soul self-esteem will release,
The rest is up to
you, Rakim 'll say peace

You got it (10x)