I Know You Got Soul - The Richie Rich Mega Mix

Last night

Last night

Last night

Pump up the volume
Pump up the volume
Pump up the volume
Dance, dance

It's been a long time, I shouldn'ta 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
Thinkin' of this, you keep repeatin' you miss
The rhyme from the microphone soloist
So you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon
As ya hear it, pump up the volume

Dance wit' the speaker 'till ya hear it blow
Then, plug in a 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 I'm Red Alert
Reaches your reflex, and let it work
When this is playing, you can't get stuck wit'
The steps, so get set, and I'mma still come up wit'

A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme'll go
Def wit' the record that was mixed a long time ago
It could be done, but only I could do it
For those that could 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 writin', I'm trapped in-between the line
I escape, when I finish the rhyme
I got soul

Yo Rakim, what's up?
Yo, I'm doing the knowledge, E., man I'm tryin'a get paid in full
Well, check this out, since Norby Walters is our agency, right?
True
Cara Lewis is our agent
Word up
Zakia and 4th & Broadway is our record company
Indeed

Okay, so who we rollin' wit' then?
We rollin' wit' Rush
Of Rushtown Management
Check this out, since we talkin' over this def beat right here that I put together
I wanna hear some of them def rhymes, you know what I'm sayin'? And together, we can get
Paid in full

Get out!
But, but uh sir, it's a big hit
The whole village is singin' it
Oh they are, are they
Well, they'll be singing a different tune
Pump up the volume
Pump up the volume
Pump up the volume
Pump, pump, pump up the 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 wait, 'cause I master 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'mma manifest and bless the mic I hold
You want it next? Then you gotta have soul
'Cause if you ain't got it, I'mma make a 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

Last night
You got it
You, you, you, you got it
You, you, you, you got it
Last night
You, you, you, you got it
You, you, you, you got it
Last night

You got it
You got it
You got it
Last night
You got it
You got it
I know you got soul
If you didn't you wouldn't be in, be in, be, be in here

Pump up the soul
Pump up the soul
Pump up the soul
Pump up the soul
Pump, pump, pump, pump up the soul
Pump up the soul

Pump, pump, pump, pump up the soul
Pump up the soul
Pump, pump, pump up, pump up, pump up, pump up the soul
Pump up, pump up, pump up, pump up the soul
Pump up the soul
Pump, pump, pump up the soul
Dance