Eric B And Rakim
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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



Mirror lyrics:


You got it

The rest is up to you, Rakim 'll say peace
'Cause all you need is soul self-esteem will release,
And do that dance until it don't move
Since you came here, you have to show and prove
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Even other states come right and exact,
The Bronx, Queens, or Long Island Sound,
Now if your from Uptown, Brooklyn- bound,
It should be easy 'cause the beat is fresh
I want to see which posse can dance the best
Get off the mic before I get too hot
Now I'm a stop to see what you got

You got it (4x)

Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul
I'm not bold just cuz I rock gold
Then give him a hand so they can see how it felt
Or should I just let him melt?
Light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles
Whoever's out of hand, I'm give him handles
'Cause almost anyone can relate to...
You listen to it, the concept might break you
Then on the radio the R's requested
Then put it on tape and in the city I test it
I write my rhyme while I cool in my mansion
Constant elevation causes expansion
Rakim gets stronger as I get older
First of all, I'm the soloist, the soul controller
To teach those who can't say my name
I got soul (you got it) that's why I came

You got it (5x)

Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul
I get hype when I hear a drum roll
Eager to MC is my theme
I drip steam like a microphone fiend
So upset that I'm wet 'cause you're sweating me
Some try to make it sound like this but you're getting me
This style is identical to none
This is how it should be done
Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holding it
'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controlling it
Forget it and don't waste your time
Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme
If you wanna get on after me
The R, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be
Take the mic, make the people respond for
'Cause if you ain't got it, I'm a make an encore
You want it next? then you gotta have soul
'Cause I'm a manifest and bless the mic I hold
You wanna rhyme, you gotta sign my list
I'll experiment like a scientist
Rakim will begin when you make the mix
Eric B. break the sticks (you got it)
Let the others go first so the brothers don't miss
But I'll wait 'cause I mastered this
Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train
To pose, show my rings and my fat gold chain
A beat like this might tempt me
Picture a mic, the stage is empty

I know you got soul
You got it (4x)

I got soul
I escape when I finish the rhyme...
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines,
Into the paper like I was ink
I start to think and then I sink
For those that can dance and clap your hands to it
It can be done but only I can do it
Def wit the record that was mixed a long time ago
A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go
The steps, so get set and I'm a still come up wit
When this is playing, you can't get stuck wit
Reaches your reflex, so let it work
Ditects the tempo like a red alert
your body to dance (You got it) soul,
It's a 4 letter word when it's heard, it control
Then plug in the headphone 'cause here it go
Dance wit the speaker 'till you hear it blow,
As you hear it, pump up the volume
And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss
Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you
Think of how many weak shows you slept through
Without a strong rhyme to step to
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you


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