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    "Heartbeat Props" Lyrics

    Digital Underground

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    People, get ready for the heartbeat props
    (Heartbeat props!)
    Everybody, get ready for the heartbeat props
    (Heartbeat props!)
    We're gonna make it funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
    (Heartbeat props!)
    It's time to get busy with the heartbeat props
    (We're giving heartbeat props)
    I give my man props cause he's living
    (Why wait until the heartbeat stops)
    Check it out, y'all, proper respect is what we're giving
    (We're giving heartbeat props)
    Uh, I give my man props cause he's living
    (Why wait until the heartbeat stops)
    Don't you know that proper respect is what we're giving
    (We're giving heartbeats props)

    [Shock G]
    Seems like you wondered each day if the Underground
    Is going to stay down with the funky beats
    Even if you know that I'm a junkie for a bump that's funky
    And a fool for the loop, see, a groupie for the old one-twoiee
    A bass freak would say Oohwee,
    Peace to DU cause I like the way you do me
    I love to go on about the funk, matter of fact
    I'd love to be another funk front runner
    But first we gotta deal with the fronters
    So I can't go on, it's time to drop a few bombs
    (Get busy, G, go on and take 'em to school)
    Yeah, it's time spread the jewels
    I ask you about Malcolm and you tell me that he's wicked
    Farrakhan comes you can't seem to buy a ticket
    And check what my man has to say
    Right or wrong, don't you think that he deserves a play?
    Cause he's living for you and you and you and you
    The brother X tried but he died trying to get through
    So why wait until the heartbeat stops
    Yo, go on and give my man his props
    If you're really that down then act what you say
    KRS and Chuck need support today
    I see you posing with the Dr King hanging on your wall
    Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
    To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
    Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
    Striking you down cause you're fronting
    A dead leader can't tax your mind
    Therefore he's not a threat to your personal time
    All the lagging and the dragging
    (Yo, I got something to do that day)
    Yeah, you sound like an old bitch nagging
    Fuck that fronting! We're pumping up the brothers
    Cause the brothers keep it pumping
    You got it all wrong
    When you wait for the TV to tell you what's going on
    I thought you're hype on the mic
    Yeah, they never get it right
    That's why you see we gotta thank God, y'all
    For niggas like Ice Cube
    Cause they'll tell the record straight
    (Yo, my man's a prophet too)
    Yo, god, you think he ain't?
    So do the right thing, it's not a black or a white thing
    We're here to let you know it's just a human being thing
    We're pulling out all stops
    Cause it's time give heartbeat props


    [Big Money Odi$]
    I'm the type of guy that's sly like a fox
    An honor roll student in the school of hard knocks
    There was different type of brother that I used to look up to
    But I'm still giving props where the props are due
    But let me start with a fool I don't give a fuck about
    I wanted to give a Fuck You out
    To the nigga who went out on a whim
    He was a roody-poo for shooting Huey Newton
    But I'm thanking God for niggas like Iceberg Slim
    And the chick the honky's ran to see
    She was the honky-tonk's fantasy
    Tina Turner, the living legacy
    And she's still got you tripping off the legs you see
    Another chick they used to beg to see
    Was Josephine Baker, she had them hooked
    They loved the way she shook her money-maker
    But why did it take them so many decades
    To give a little praise to who they ran rave to see

    With a dark complexion she was sex symbol befo' Marilyn Monroe
    But her heart stopped before they gave props to the old pro

    [Big Money Odi$]
    It took a great man to mould those
    So I want to give props to my pops because he told those
    But there's a time to break necks and throw bolos
    Be a cold bro and throw low blows
    When you want to close the shows of your foes
    Cause foes are those that you got to break like windows
    Check it, when respect goes it's time to break a nose
    But give respect before the soul goes

    Well, I suppose respect is what respect'll get ya
    So I'm giving them gifts before they're stiff like the pose
    In the pictures of Vogue and flashy fashion magazines
    You be thumbing in 'em, props to Beverly Johnson
    She was the first black woman in 'em

    [Big Money Odi$]
    Pee, drop the bomb and end the pressure with the menace
    Smith & Wesson clear the lesson that your mama gave

    Mama gave PeeWee the same threats, she used drastic measures
    Told me to give her the full respect or get my ass kicked
    It was my intention to relent just till the last kick
    When she goes she'll roll over in a solid gold casket
    When I was young Muhammad Ali had me sprung
    Cause he was the champ, as the champion he was my idol
    Yo, they took his title when he wouldn't take the gun
    And fight in Vietnam the only way he felt, then he won the belt again
    Now they want me in the army but they can't harm me
    Cause I ain't no punk, I ain't [??????] man to Uncle Tommy
    Props to Islam, it's getting brothers together before the big bomb
    Blast out, before we're all assed-out
    We need to see that we got to start giving the props to the living


    [Shock G]
    Yeah, Spike Lee, Alex Haley, Brand Nubian, sister Whoopi Goldberg
    Dick Gregory, X-Clan, sister Isis, BDP, Muhammad Ali, Stevie Wonder
    Poor Righteous Teachers, Andrew Jackson, Denzel Washington
    Sister Sarah Sahad Ali (?), Public Enemy, Stokley Carmichael
    Sister Oprah Winfrey, yeah, Jesse Jackson, nuff respect, Paris
    Gangstarr, Gil Scott Heron, George the fuck Clinton, Louis Farrakhan
    Sister Queen Latifah, Bill Cosby, sister Angela Davis
    The entire Nation of Islam, nucka, know what I'm saying?
    Afrika Bambaataa, Miles motherfucking Davis, sister Assata Shakur
    Once known as Joanne Chesimard, Robert Townsend, Nelson Mandela
    Karreem Adul-Jabbar, the Black Panther Party, James Earl Jones
    The FOIs, nucka, Howard E. Rollins, sister Naomi, yeah, nuff respect!
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Kevin Jones for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Dewayne Mcknight, George Jr. Clinton, Gregory E. Jacobs, Peter John Bishop, Ramon Russell Gooden.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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