Keith Spencer - Gimme My Props lyrics

[Intro] Hooooo! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! [Verse 1: 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 d**h blow I hit him with rhythm and leave him livin' in sub ba** 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 [Hook] Just give it here (give it here), but don't say nothing! Just give it here (give it here), but don't hold back! [x4] [Verse 2: Kool Moe Dee] I'm taking you to the hole, I don't need a picket roll Ba** 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Kool Moe Dee] 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 s**ers 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 [Hook] [Bridge] Hoooooooooooo! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! [Verse 4: Kool Moe Dee] 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 s**er 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 [Hook]