I Know You Got Soul Lyrics - Singles - Rakim

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 'til 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, 

Detects 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 

You got it 

You got it 

You got it 

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 want to 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 are, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be 

If you want to 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 

You got it 

You got it 

You got it 

You got it 

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 'cause I rock gold 

Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul 

You got it 

You got it 

You got it 

You got it 

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