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