They Know We Got Soul
[Intro]
(Right about here ladies and gentleman, I want you to get your self and your soul together. This man will make your liver quiver. This man will make your bladder splatter. This man will freeze your knees. If you will, let's all welcome, the world's godfather of soul, soul brother number one!)
(It caused me to write a tune like this)

[Verse 1: MCZ]
It's Beleff on the Mic, it's time to spit a rhyme
Comparing me to Ray is like a lemon to a lime
We are a different colour but we both 'Hit the Road Jack'
Mix them up together, it's time to spit some soul rap
Rhyming hooks and books, don't be mistaken
Janz and Zac or J-Z, oh wait, that's taken
Make my choruses in forests, just the green ones
They sound gorgeous to support us in making the green ones
Spit my verses on stage, in bars and churches
Fill em up with rage, double bars and curses
Weave a bridge in between, now the boys are keen
This mixtape's got Tony yelling (that's mean)
A poem and a skit, read by me and the brit
So how you feel about your boys making noise in Illinois
Chi-town, from Macedonia to Mexico
Just lie down, sit back enjoy the extra show
Ya sleeping on these crazy rhymes? Get out ya bed bro
Big Island improve and progress, oh too well
It ain't hard to tell, this head flow too well
Now everybody know we got the S-O-U-L
[Chorus: DLE]
Yeah, feels like a crazy dream
This songs for the kids, catchy beat and
Lyrics clean
We do this for the love of music
So sing along cause we don't want to lose it

[Verse 2: J-Mixa]
They know we got soul, they know we got flow
I be hitting the Mic with the speed of the strike of the lyrical right blow
My steady bars flow along like gondolas in Venice
And the volume that we bounce at makes a racquet like tennis
Big Island bout to swing, and crush the whole damn thing
The chorus is what we sing,  the ruckus is what we bring
Shout out to Killer Beez, Wu-Tang forever
Do it like Eli, cause my rhymes are straight up clever
Never, do we let a mediocre beat
Carry our lyrics, it's either nothing or some hard heat
I like my hip hop funkier than J-B
Make you make the face you make when you smell blue cheese
I write my poems thoughtfully and flawlessly
Make the crowd yell and scream cause they want more of me
Can I get an encore, yeah for sure
Call me South Korea, cause they know we got soul

[Chorus 2: DLE]
Yeah, feels like a crazy dream (uh-huh)
This songs for the kids, catchy beat and
Lyrics clean
We do this for the love of music (we do it for music)
So sing along cause we don't want to lose it
[Verse 3: MCZ]
Ayo gimme the Mic back, keep me on sight, Jack
Attacker of rhymes, so don't play me at right back
Shoes are black, socks white, hoodie is blue
Island in the front, we as good as the Wu
Jaws hit the floor, penmanship raw
Hats Adidas, beard like Jesus
I got powers, I can see through your screen
You're still getting over my first sixteen

[Verse 4: J-Mixa]
Feel the bass, creepin' up from behind
On the grind, to make this instrumental refined
The joke I'm about to say, is a bit corny
The trumpets turn me on, guess I'm horny
The lowest form of humour, besides Amy Schumer
So what's the rumour? Big Island has a new song
Back to Deli's hook, so c'mon song along

[Chorus 3+4: DLE]
Yeah, feels like a crazy dream
This songs for the kids, catchy beat and
Lyrics clean
We do this for the love of music
So sing along cause we don't want to lose it