God Made Me Funky Songtext
von Def Jef

One time for your mind
(Everybody)


You know it′s gots to be funky if I'ma rhyme to it
Pick up where the others left off and I do it
With so much soul and so much self-control
I′m a smooth operator puttin' rappers on hold
Flowin' like a stream, the rhyme scheme
Seems to gleam like a flashlight beam
But it′s no dream, it′s a real type thing and it's happenin′
Caused by applause and I'm forced to get rappin′
I'm rearrangin′ the lines so I can change with the times
Packin' rhymes like nines and blowin' minds
I′ll glow and shine like a beacon when I′m speakin'
Skin is light but I′m not white or Puerto Rican
I'm an African descendant, very independent
I make my own money so don′t worry how I spend it
Rappers follow me but I don't need another shadow
Hollow MCs don′t even think about a battle
'Cause if you got the mic and you ain't rockin′ it right
I′ll grab it and drop the rhyme like a bad habit, hey

I wouldn't have it any other way
So believe a brother when I say
God made me funky


Now the way I kick a lyric, you would think I play soccer
Rhymes stays proper, get ill, I′ll be your doctor
Operate like a well-trained surgeon
Take the competition, bust 'em out like virgin
They get strung out, high and dry and hung out
Without a word like a cat took their tongue out
Their rhymes were frail, pale, weak, and stale
But I′m deliverin' a brand new style like a mailman
Rain and hail and sleet or snow
No need to worry ′cause I'm guaranteed to show up
Right on time with a rhyme to entertain ya
On the microphone and leave like the Lone Ranger
Who is that stranger? Shoulders be shruggin'
Everybody′s buggin′
Rhymes are funky dope and keep the crowd wantin' more
Like a junkie hopin′ to make that score
I'm a true soul brother ′cause that's the way to be
And only true soul brothers can dance for me, hey

I wouldn′t have it any other way
So believe a brother when I say
God made me funky

You hear the rhymes on the radio in the AM
On the AM, then in the PM, on the FM
Def jefin', my rhymes'll stick wit′ ya
Verses say a thousand words just like a picture
And since I′m an artist and my pen's a paintbrush
When they admire and inquire, I say it ain′t much
Rhymes flow natural like it's second nature
And if you wanna get on the mic, you gotta wait your turn
Learn the fundamentals, grab some instrumentals
Practice makes perfect, so rehearsin′ can pay off
But for now, lay off the mic
And let a real pro show you how it's supposed to go
But hold up, let me hang my coat up
Let me clear my throat up
Now turn my mic up
Step right up, hurry, hurry, don′t miss this
Watch me light up the mic like a Christmas tree
See, I mean business, I ain't effin' around
Put the needle on the record by Jef and you found
A new sound and you like the way the name sound
Plus it ain′t the same sound ′cause it ain't James Brown
No corny lyrics, I don′t rhyme like that
But when you think about comin' correct, I′m like that

I wouldn't have it any other way
So believe a brother when I say
God made me funky

Gotta be so funky
Gotta be so funky
Get it down to the funky beat
Gotta be so funky
Gotta be so funky
Get it down to the funky beat