Gimme My Props - Kool Moe Dee

This is of low guard, what you call a jack move

I’m taking your flow cards, whoever can’t rap smooth

I’m calling your bluff, I’ve seen enough, what, what

Don’t you say nothing until I’m finished, your mouth’s shut

You’re answering «yeah, yeah,» your heart is inside there

So what’s all this I hear, there’s no one that I fear

I’ll tell you what I’mma do, by showing you what I did

Too clever to ever lose, I’m stepping so what up kid

Who wanna play hard, he who can’t go

He who shivers as I deliver the death blow

I hit him with rhythm and leave him livin' in sub bass

A musical prison that’s only givin' him someplace

To exercise thought, memorize taught

Lessons his eyes caught while stepping in my sport

And rapping and clapping and finger-snapping and drop-slapping

Crashing and scratching an iron asking I’m props-snatching

Just give it here (give it here), but don’t say nothing!

Just give it here (give it here), but don’t hold back!

I’m taking you to the hole, I don’t need a picket roll

Bass in your face anyplace, shoot bulletholes full of soul

Come down like an avalanche, and you’ll never have a chance

Believe me, you gotta dance, forget about backup plans

Who wanna get some?

Get live, get dumb

Come get it, get with it when I hit it, then you get numb

Cause you can’t get with a seasoned vet, better yet

An act of hall-of-fame rap name legend, let’s

Take it to the stage, the next phase, let’s trade

Lyrics like bullets and I wouldn’t get grazed

The gift you shoot couldn’t hit me at point-blank range

Now how could I ease the pain

I’ll damage an amateur, flow on an all-pro

Wreck a vet like a rookie, now y’all know

This ain’t nothing new, it’s old news, nothing stops

And after bum-rushing crews, I’m bum-rushing props

This is how I change my flow

When it’s time, I got a rhyme to go

A take-out order and I’ll take out

Any other rapper even thinking about

«I might be,» or «could be,» or «maybe,» or «should we»

No matter how good he may think he’s a would-be

Superstar that never got a chance to go far

The buck stops here, bad move, it’s ov-ar

Can’t nobody kick enough relevant flavor

Braggadocious rhythm with intelligence save the

Lyrical madness for suckers who had this

Hype-talk-caused status, personified badness

That don’t add to nothing but mad faces and hot air

Bring him to the front and let me see what we got here

I’ll rock him like his daddy with the lyrics I drops

Rock him to his knees and make him gimme my props

Hoooooooooooo!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Now name another rapper that’s had a longer reign

I’ve been rocking the mic from Sugar Hill to Run to Kane

And any new jack, that do that, the new jack will gain

Fully prepared, fully aware of the name

K-O-O-L, M-O so well

Established and rap is the habits, the local

Wannabe upstarts, rappers trying to jumpstart

Careers but I’ve got years ripping up charts

Any attack you attack will be countered

Any diss that you diss, I’ll dismount it

Cause I get off on a soft, ain’t hardcore

Sucker who’s paying no dues but he got more

Props than loot, my new group’s a substitute

Back up court, backs back on the bench, recruit

No more six-man co-star title shots

The long-reigning king of the rap games taking props