Hailing from Long Island, New York, the pair is generally considered by hip hop enthusiasts to be one of the most influential and innovative groups in the genre. During hip hop's so-called golden age of the mid-1980s to the early 90s, the duo was almost universally regarded as the premier MC/DJ combo in hip hop. The two had a potent chemistry and each represented the height of innovation in their respective roles: Rakim was the master lyricist, an innovative talent who pushed the art of hip hop lyricism to new creative heights with his use of internal rhyme, sophisticated metaphors, and with a methodical-yet-effortless delivery; the duo's beats built on the hard-hitting sound of Run-D.M.C. by adding James Brown samples and Eric B's extensive scratching skills, setting the stage for hip hop's late-1980s/early-1990s infatuation with samples from the Godfather of Soul.[1]
I Know U Got Soul
Eric B & Rakim Lyrics
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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
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 R, '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
The song "I Know U Got Soul" by Eric B & Rakim was released in 1987 and is widely considered to be one of the most influential hip-hop songs of all time. The lyrics of the song describe the power of music and how it can control the body and soul, as well as the importance of having soul as a performer.
The opening lines of the song, "It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you, without a strong rhyme to step to" are often sampled in other hip-hop songs, demonstrating the influence of this track. The chorus, "I know you got soul, I got soul, we got soul" is a call and response between Rakim and the audience, encouraging everyone to recognize and embrace their own soul.
Throughout the song, Rakim showcases his incredible ability as an MC, effortlessly rhyming complex lyrics over a funky beat. He also touches on themes of competition among rappers, experimentation with new styles, and the power of music to bring people together.
Line by Line Meaning
It's been a long time I shouldn't have left you
It's been a while since my last song, I shouldn't have taken a break
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Without a powerful and impactful lyric to engage with
Think of how many weak shows you slept through
Think of how many unimpressive performances you've endured
Time's up I'm sorry I kept you
Time has passed, and I apologize for keeping you waiting
Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
You keep saying that you miss the lyrics of the solo microphone artist
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
The lyrics of the solo microphone performer
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
You sit next to the radio with your hand on the dial ready to adjust the volume soon
As you hear it pump up the volume
When you hear the song, increase the volume
Dance wit the speaker 'til you hear it blow
Dance next to the artist until it malfunctions and ruptures
Then plug in the headphone 'cause here it go
Plug in the headphones because the song is about to start
It's a 4 letter word when it's heard, it control
When it is heard, it controls like a 4 letter word
Your body to dance (You got it) soul,
Your soul makes your body dance (You've got it)
Detects the tempo like a red alert
Senses the tempo and beats like an alarm system
Reaches your reflex, so let it work
Affects your reflexes, so allow it to work
When this is playing, you can't get stuck wit
When this song is playing, you can't be stagnant
The steps, so get set and I'm a still come up wit
The dance moves, so prepare yourself, and I will still create something new
A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go
I have a skill of being quick, follow me as a leader, and the lyrics will keep flowing
Def wit the record that was mixed a long time ago
Skillfully rapping over a record that was produced a long time ago
It can be done but only I can do it
It is possible to produce this, but only I have the skills to do it
For those that can dance and clap your hands to it
For those that can dance and applaud to it
I start to think and then I sink
I start to ponder and then fall into a trance while writing lyrics
Into the paper like I was ink
Deep into the paper as if I became ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines,
When I'm composing lyrics, I am caught between the lines
I escape when I finish the rhyme
I am released when I complete the verse
I got soul
I have passion and intensity
You got it
You possess the same energy and passion
Picture a mic, the stage is empty
Imagine a microphone, and the stage is bare
A beat like this might tempt me
This type of rhythm may entice me
To pose, show my rings and my fat gold chain
To model, to demonstrate my jewelry and gold chains
Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train
Seize the microphone as if I were on Soul Train
But I'll wait 'cause I mastered this
But I will wait because I have perfected it
Let the others go first so the brothers don't miss
I will let others go before me so that they receive the opportunity
Eric B. break the sticks (you got it)
Eric B. initiates the rhythm (you understand)
Rakim will begin when you make the mix
Rakim will begin when the beat is mixed
I'll experiment like a scientist
I will innovate like a scientist
You want to rhyme, you gotta sign my list
If you want to rap, you must request permission and be added to my list
'Cause I'm a manifest and bless the mic I hold
Because I will prove my skill and bless the microphone with my performance
You want it next? then you gotta have soul
Want to go after me? You must possess the same passion and fervor
'Cause if you ain't got it, I'm a make an encore
Because if you don't possess it, I will return for another performance
Take the mic, make the people respond for
Take the microphone and impress the audience
The are, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be
The truth, because that's how it will need to be
If you want to get on after me
If you'd like to perform after I do
Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Consider it, wait, and discard your current lyrics
Forget it and don't waste your time
Abandon them and don't use your time on them
'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controlling it
Because I'll be among the audience if you aren't captivating them
Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holding it
Cease rapping, you shouldn't be the one performing
This is how it should be done
This is how it must be accomplished
This style is identical to none
This style is completely unique
Some try to make it sound like this but you're getting me
Some try to copy this style, but I am the real thing
So upset that I'm wet 'cause you're sweating me
So anxious that I am drenched because you are in awe of my skills
I drip steam like a microphone fiend
I am so enthusiastic that I emit steam like a mic fanatic
Eager to MC is my theme
Eagerly rapping is my central motivation
I get hype when I hear a drum roll
I become excited when I hear the sound of drums
Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul
Rakim is rapping on the microphone, and I have a lot of passion and energy
Now I'm a stop to see what you got
Now, I'm going to pause and investigate what you have to offer
Get off the mic before I get too hot
Finish your performance before I become too passionate
I want to see which posse can dance the best
I want to see which group can dance the best
It should be easy 'cause the beat is fresh
It should be easy because the beat is new and appealing
Now if your from Uptown, Brooklyn- bound,
Now, if you're from Uptown or headed to Brooklyn
The Bronx, Queens, or Long Island Sound,
The Bronx, Queens, or near Long Island Sound
Even other states come right and exact,
Even people from other states come and show their skills
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
It isn't your location, it's your current skill level
Since you came here, you have to show and prove
Since you came here, you must prove yourself
And do that dance until it don't move
Continue dancing until the music stops playing
'Cause all you need is soul self-esteem will release,
Because all you need is passion for dancing, and self-esteem will follow
The rest is up to you, Rakim 'll say peace
The rest is up to you, and I will bid you farewell
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Eric Barrier, William Griffin, James Brown, Charles A. Bobbit, Clarence Eugene Haskins, Calvin Eugene Simon, Grady Thomas, Michael Williams, Bobby Byrd
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@rushtempo7764
[Verse 1]
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
So you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Dance with 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, and let it work
When this is playing, you can't get stuck with
The steps, so get set and I'm a still come up with
A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go
Def with the record that was mixed a long time ago
It can be done but only I can do it
For those that can't dance, just 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
[Hook]
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
I know you got soul
[Verse 2]
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 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
[Hook]
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
[Verse 3]
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 rhymes while I cool in my mansion
Then put it on tape and in the city I test it
Then on the radio the R is requested
You listen to it, the concept might break you
Cause almost anyone can relate to
Whoever's out of hand, I'ma give 'em handles
Light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles
Or should I just let 'em melt?
Then give 'em 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
[Hook]
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
[Verse 4]
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 you're from Uptown, Brooklyn-bound
The Bronx, Queens, and 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
@owenortiz5409
Verse 1]
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
So you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Dance with the speaker till you hear it blow
Then plug in the headphone 'cause here it go
It's a four 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, and let it work
When this is playing, you can't get stuck with
The steps, so get set and I'm a still come up with
A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go
Def with the record that was mixed a long time ago
It can be done but only I can do it
For those that can't dance, just 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
[Chorus]
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
I know you got soul
[Verse 2]
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 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
[Chorus]
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
[Verse 3]
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 rhymes while I cool in my mansion
Then put it on tape and in the city I test it
Then on the radio the R is requested
You listen to it, the concept might break you
Cause almost anyone can relate to
Whoever's out of hand, I'ma give 'em handles
Light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles
Or should I just let 'em melt?
Then give 'em 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
[Chorus]
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
[Verse 4]
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 you're from Uptown, Brooklyn-bound
The Bronx, Queens, and 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
[Chorus]
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
@yaoblack3579
Why is he the greatest?
Brought a musician's sensibility to the rhyme. Without the overt melody everybody used before.
Instead, used more natural voice with advanced syncopation that was melodic in and of itself. His flow moved around the extreme funk like an additional instrument.
Then he layered focused lyricism, story telling, conceptual songs, clever asf metaphors, and absolutely revolutionary multi syllabic rhyme schemes.
In 1986. It was like going from horse and buggy to apollo landing on the moon in no time at all instead of 10 years.
@tudanski
"Constant elevation causes expansion. I write my rhymes while I cool in my mansion." one of the greatest Hip Hop vocal lyrics :)
@TrueTrife
When they performed this on Soul Train for the first time, the crowd went wild. Rakim's delivery is flawless.
@fantasyguru26
One of the greatest hip hop songs ever produced. Sampled in over 300 songs. Legendary. Nuff said.
@orlandeuce6567
HELL YEAH
@noname52768
This samples the 70s cut “Bobby Byrd - I Know You Got Soul”
@cbrown24
956 dislikes must not know real music and lyricism. Still better than anything in the last 20 plus years!
@Karl_95
Cause they aint got no soul.
@coldcrush1
And still The G.O.A.T. 35 yrs later 🙌🏽
@quentincotton9342
Str8 facts!!!
@truthfrequencies
Blew my mind back in the day...one of the best tracks ever. Rakim, one of the best writers...