[ VERSE 1 ]
Here we go, pull up a chair and gather close
And check out the man that has the most
S-o-u-l
And that`s soul, for those who can`t spell
Soul is the music`s basic foundation
Soon as it`s heard, you feel a sensation
So pump it up till your eardrum`s ripped down
Ain`t got soul, then you might as well skip town
No rock `n roll, only soul allowed here
Black and I`m proud, cause I make a crowd cheer
And if you haven`t been told
Everything that I touch just turns to soul
[ VERSE 2 ]
Crystal clear, smooth and impeccable
I turn one rhyme into a record full
>From letters to words and words to a sentence
I turn out shows for the hoes in attendance
So get up and shake your ass till your pants rip
Stay on a dance tip and watch the man flip
>From page to page, paragraph to chapter
Straight up and down, no time for laughter
Cause I don`t play when it comes to this
I mean business, and I`m dead up serious
Cause this is somethin I don`t take lightly
You gotta be a damn fool to fight me
Cause fake MC`s and enemies get no points
Put up your dukes, if you want we can throw joints
Then in the end you`ll agree
You ain`t even got half as much soul as me
I got soul in my ankles, soul in my hips
Soul in my back and soul in my fingertips
In my shoulders and in my wrist
I even got soul in my penis
[ VERSE 3 ]
Mandatory, I got to hear some
Music inside my eardrum
Fast or slow - makes no differential
Whether vocal or instrumental
As long as the beat is strong and it sound good
Then play it, anybody who`s down would
But if it ain`t got soul, then don`t bother
All praise is due to the new godfather
And that`s the Grand Daddy U
So watch out, you`re bout to get stepped to
I`m on the roll with bold soul power
Those who withhold I scold and then devour
So let the soul be heard
Cause it`s preferred, and that`s word to Big Bird
So break out the box, put it on the call
Get this jam and you won`t be bored
I guarantee, you won`t dare erase it
So face it, what can replace it? Basically
Nothin, heavy metal or soft pop
Country western or folk - come on, stop
It ain`t nothin like good old soul
And you can ask J.B. if he makes parole
But meanwhile, just take it from me
Daddy U, Eazy Rick and Kay Cee
We form a team like _Three The Hard Way_
Chumps soft as butter`ll melt like parkay
But Steady Flow`ll stand tall
All for one, and one for all
So hit that piano and throw on a drum beat
But without the soul it still ain`t complete
So leave it up to the U
And the jam`ll be platinum before I`m through
