Artist: Digital Underground Album: Sons of the P Song: Heartbeat Props Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org [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 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 [Chorus] [Big Money Odi$] I'm the type of guy that's sly like a fox An honor roll student in the school of hard knocks There was different type of brother that I used to look up to But I'm still giving props where the props are due But let me start with a fool I don't give a fuck about I wanted to give a Fuck You out To the nigga who went out on a whim He was a roody-poo for shooting Huey Newton But I'm thanking God for niggas like Iceberg Slim And the chick the honky's ran to see She was the honky-tonk's fantasy Tina Turner, the living legacy And she's still got you tripping off the legs you see Another chick they used to beg to see Was Josephine Baker, she had them hooked They loved the way she shook her money-maker But why did it take them so many decades To give a little praise to who they ran rave to see [PeeWee] With a dark complexion she was sex symbol befo' Marilyn Monroe But her heart stopped before they gave props to the old pro [Big Money Odi$] 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 [PeeWee] 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 [PeeWee] 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 champion, 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 bet 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 [Chorus] [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!