Kool Moe Dee - God Made Me Funke Lyrics
(Fun-) (fun-) (funky)(Got to be funky) --> James Brown(Funky enough) --> The D.O.C.[ VERSE 1 ]Look, look, look, look...Look at me, cool as I wanna beFly as they come beside of some wanna-beOne of the chosen, if you're chosen, then go intoRhymes that change the time, as it grows intoRiches, itches, switches your whole lifestyleYou're in the spotlight, over night flyin milesAway, today I'm flyin highSo I give thanks to the Man in the skyI remember a time whenever a rhymeLeft your lips, it only could get nickels and dimesBut nickels and dimes wasn't enough to eatSo I guess you could say I was saved by the beatOn the street, surrounded by sinI never sell out, and I wouldn't give inGod said: you can win, look withinSee your skin, you're my kinAnd I made you funkeGod made me funkeF-u-n-k-e[ VERSE 2 ]Esoteric, non-generic, potent lyricsOnly those with ears will hear itAs above so belowLucky 7-7, heaven, have been blownBack and forthSouth to northRight to leftLife to deathEast to westKnowledge step, 33 degrees327 left to seeSo God created a light in which I shineWith sublime rhymes that inclines the mindDefine ancient segments, seek it, speak it, teach itKeep it, peep it, we get stronger and reap itsBenefits, but then it gets more intricateAs you get deeper into itTo open the door, the power of God's the one keyAnd I opened it, and God made me funke(Is it funky enough?)(Funky enough)God made me funke(Is it funky enough?)F-u-n-k-e(Funky) is the way God made me(Funky) is the power He gave me(Funky) like the fans that pay me(Funky) like the stations that play me(Funky) is how I made it through the '80s(Funky) connected to the ladies(Funky) you know a devil can't faze me(Funky) I ain't afraid, bee(Funky) cause God made meFunke[ VERSE 3 ]I'm over, over like a fat ratThe blind see what I got, and others see how I got thatPosition with visionPrecision, decision's like a livin prismI'm shinin light on the money I madeAnd the rhymes parlayedAnd you can see I'm paidI condemn them that focus on the endsAs opposed to the means, killin machines menI'm the real 'high roller', cause I'm rollin with GodSave the children - that's my jobWorkin overtime, goin over-rhymeMind over matter, spirit over mindI sympathize with the brothers on the streetCause it's genocide, and we all gotta eatBut do the right thing, and you'll never be hungryI kept the faith and God made me funkeGod made me funke
