Digital Underground - Heartbeat Props Lyrics
[Chorus]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 UndergroundIs going to stay down with the funky beatsEven if you know that I'm a junkie for a bump that's funkyAnd a fool for the loop, see, a groupie for the old one-twoieeA bass freak would say Oohwee,Peace to DU cause I like the way you do meI love to go on about the funk, matter of factI'd love to be another funk front runnerBut first we gotta deal with the frontersSo 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 jewelsI ask you about Malcolm and you tell me that he's wickedFarrakhan comes you can't seem to buy a ticketAnd check what my man has to sayRight or wrong, don't you think that he deserves a play?Cause he's living for you and you and you and youThe brother X tried but he died trying to get throughSo why wait until the heartbeat stopsYo, go on and give my man his propsIf you're really that down then act what you sayKRS and Chuck need support todayI see you posing with the Dr King hanging on your wallOnly difference is Chuck might give you that callTo march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frighteningLet me move so I don't get hit by the bolt of lightningStriking you down cause you're frontingA dead leader can't tax your mindTherefore he's not a threat to your personal timeAll the lagging and the dragging(Yo, I got something to do that day)Yeah, you sound like an old ***** nagging***** that fronting! We're pumping up the brothersCause the brothers keep it pumpingYou got it all wrongWhen you wait for the TV to tell you what's going onI thought you're hype on the micYeah, they never get it rightThat's why you see we gotta thank God, y'allFor niggas like Ice CubeCause 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 thingWe're here to let you know it's just a human being thingWe're pulling out all stopsCause it's time give heartbeat props[Chorus][Big Money Odi$]I'm the type of guy that's sly like a foxAn honor roll student in the school of hard knocksThere was different type of brother that I used to look up toBut I'm still giving props where the props are dueBut let me start with a fool I don't give a ***** aboutI wanted to give a ***** You outTo the nigga who went out on a whimHe was a roody-poo for shooting Huey NewtonBut I'm thanking God for niggas like Iceberg SlimAnd the chick the honky's ran to seeShe was the honky-tonk's fantasyTina Turner, the living legacyAnd she's still got you tripping off the legs you seeAnother chick they used to beg to seeWas Josephine Baker, she had them hookedThey loved the way she shook her money-makerBut why did it take them so many decadesTo give a little praise to who they ran rave to see[PeeWee]With a dark complexion she was sex symbol befo' Marilyn MonroeBut her heart stopped before they gave props to the old pro[Big Money Odi$]It took a great man to mould thoseSo I want to give props to my pops because he told thoseBut there's a time to break necks and throw bolosBe a cold bro and throw low blowsWhen you want to close the shows of your foesCause foes are those that you got to break like windowsCheck it, when respect goes it's time to break a noseBut give respect before the soul goes[PeeWee]Well, I suppose respect is what respect'll get yaSo I'm giving them gifts before they're stiff like the poseIn the pictures of Vogue and flashy fashion magazinesYou be thumbing in em, props to Beverly JohnsonShe was the first black woman in em[Big Money Odi$]Pee, drop the bomb and end the pressure with the menaceSmith & Wesson clear the lesson that your mama gave[PeeWee]Mama gave PeeWee the same threats, she used drastic measuresTold me to give her the full respect or get my ass kickedIt was my intention to relent just till the last kickWhen she goes she'll roll over in a solid gold casketWhen I was young Muhammad Ali had me sprungCause he was the champ, as the champion he was my idolYo, they took his title when he wouldn't take the gunAnd fight in Vietnam the only way he felt, then he won the belt againNow they want me in the army but they can't harm meCause I ain't no punk, I ain't [??????] man to Uncle TommyProps to Islam, it's getting brothers together before the big bombBlast out, before we're all assed-outWe need to see that we got to start giving the props to the living[Chorus][Shock G]Yeah, Spike Lee, Alex Haley, Brand Nubian, sister Whoopi GoldbergDick Gregory, X-Clan, sister Isis, BDP, Muhammad Ali, Stevie WonderPoor Righteous Teachers, Andrew Jackson, Denzel WashingtonSister Sarah Sahad Ali (?), Public Enemy, Stokley CarmichaelSister Oprah Winfrey, yeah, Jesse Jackson, nuff respect, ParisGangstarr, Gil Scott Heron, George the ***** Clinton, Louis FarrakhanSister Queen Latifah, Bill Cosby, sister Angela DavisThe entire Nation of Islam, nucka, know what I'm saying?Afrika Bambaataa, Miles mother*****ing Davis, sister Assata ShakurOnce known as Joanne Chesimard, Robert Townsend, Nelson MandelaKarreem Adul-Jabbar, the Black Panther Party, James Earl JonesThe FOIs, nucka, Howard E. Rollins, sister Naomi, yeah, nuff respect!
