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Heartbeat Props

Digital Underground

Sons of the P

1991

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

end up dead

I'm a 17 years old Dreamchaser
You better check the Label
I swear to God we hottest
Can't nobody stop us
And Specially with Snupe
You know

bad, Michael Jackson

Born sinner, you know how the line goes
Sardines with the wrath of God
This is mind blown that's a big deal
Rebel against the God

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

autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't

Start investing your money that penny wise
Even Georgie would tell you to penny pinch

How you moving is giving me Morty vibes
Oh my god now we gotta

can't go on
Pretending day by day

[Tony Bennet]
that someone, somehow will soon make a change

[Mary J Blige]
We are all a part of
God's great big family

Boy clean your room
Before you miss out
On allowance
Had to Switch the beat
And gonna switch it
To another one
Had to switch to this
Because I really

conniving fraudulent
Ho that likes to fuck and if you believe otherwise you disillusioned

It's in her nature to lie and connive
Can't trust no batch can't

Yesterday, feel me, one, three
I’m new to this, give me some time
I need to make my rhyme feel out the beat
You gotta move your feet
I gotta move

we'll get the bag Giving you all these jingles
One day we'll make it big
We never sleep at night
We working all the time
We working all the time
One day

action
I'm giving God everything, no fraction
Life has really been a thriller, Michael Jackson
I know I gotta know the word like a caption
I know I gotta

thanking God, even though I can't see him
I see sin Michael Jackson the way I beat it
I had milk, I had bread I got meat now I eat it
(Now I eat it)
Talking

Jackson, Grants, Benjimens
I can't sleep at night
Cause
When I close my eyes
All I see is dead faces
I'm haunted
By the root the of evil
You expect me

I hear him calling
I could hear him calling
In my spirit
But that money talking
And my flesh can't help but listen
You could be balling
You gone be

Cowell, I can't let you ex-factors survive
Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the god of this rhyme writin'
My mic can only be likened

Breathe
There you go, just like that
God took my brother from me
How could I forgive him for that?
God took my brother from me, and there ain't no

I just checked my phone 20 missed calls ain't no way
I just rolled a Jay smoking by the pound purple haze
Talking on the net but you cannot say it

These girls all Billie Jean
I can be what you thought he was 
Just ride with me and you'll see
I swear to god I need you by my side 
Choosing you is

Man 3:   It is a valuable balm.
Mandy:        A balm, what are you giving him a balm for?  It might
	      bite him.
Wise Man 3:   What?
Mandy:

for You
I'm so hot I'm so heated
Feel like Michael Jackson
On that song called "Beat It"
I'm gon' get it
You bet it
Oh please boy don't forget it
Write

come together as one
There are people dying
And it's time to lend a hand to life
The greatest gift of all

(michel)
We can't go on pretending day by day

can make amends 
And the skeptics can stop treating them like they playing pretend 
We posed to please God by wearing dresses and suits 
Have you ever

jackhammer falls from your hand to your feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And your bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat