God Made Me Funky Video (MV)

"God made me funky!" (4X) - unknown sample



[Intro: Poetic]

You just made contact wit Too Poetic



[Poetic]

I'm 5 foot 4, that's small for some of those

That don't step, are dumb-di-dum-dumb

Other them are bigger than ordinary brother figures

Flip 'em on a solo tip, and trigga vowels and consonants

Flow 'em wit confidence, makin MC's, solid as a monument

As I comence to dent their intelligence

The mic's a tool and the stage is a work bench

So rappers better, stand back and let a

Brother like me press on, instead a

Searchin for tricks that try to aim static

On like an automatic, word to Roger Rabbit

I remain in the same frame of mind

Blowin the cause of those who keep tryin

To rip or snatch tax, mix or match poem

That an actual fact, they don't own

First as I right, recite and ignite

It's original type hype that light's ya insight

Showin off a superior being

My criteria is made for me and

You ain't Jack, see, Jack's in the box

I burn a sucker wit a billion watts

That's enough to light New York up

I kick the power on foes who walk up

To get wit this swiftness is just a gifted

Quick wit mix wit the lifted

Mic for total, vocal enhancement

You wanna battle Too Poetic, throw up ya hands

And I only can waste it, and paste it, and baste it

Victory is sweat as I taste it

Hah, the effect as I rip you to ribbons

Wreck it and let's just see how I'm livin



[Chorus]

"God made me funky!"

"Oh yeah"

"God made me funky!"

Throw ya hands in the air

"God made me funky!"

"Oh yeah!"

"God made me - God made me-"

"Now on the - on the- "



[Poetic]

When I'm loose, I'm two times as wild

Versatile styles compile stretch for miles

Extend to the endin, leave MC's foldin

My breaker make a Papermate pen explode

Then, sloppy biters and copywritin's

Seen the jet on just step-a-siders

I totally capsize rap guys that's why

Rap wise'll say, my mic is baptized

Cloverleaf all day, to never be borin

Wether we home or alone or we tourin

People respond and it seems that we made a

Born a man machine a spectator

For what to care, Poetic, to get thru to you

Make a tape of this break and pump it through

Speakers, radios, cars, vans, stereos

Eat your Cheerios, then prepare to go

Into the zone, that's dangerous

Unless you prones are arranged to bust

Any obstacles, mines unstoppable

All weak rhymes I lick like popsicles

Snakes are boltin, and the mix is dopin

Two DJ's, three picks, one slogan

Two heads to plan, four hands to mix wit

Too Poetic is musically gifted, yeah



[Chorus]

"God made me funky!"

Throw ya hands in the air

"Oh yeah!"

"God made me funky!"

I said yea

"Oh yeah!"

Throw ya hands in the air

"Oh yeah!"

"God made me funky!"

"On now!"

"Oh yeah!"



[Poetic]

I'm mentally meant to be kickin the dope shit

And incidentally yes, I wrote this

Extraordinary, commentary

Send to bury many MC's, use a cemetary

Once you there on a one way fare

Just remember the brother who killed your career

Poetic, the mellow MC and I wreck more deep

Than a beat in effect wit a deep blow

Give me a mic and an MC contest

Send me my next victim for a conquest

I bet ya all on the strength, I whip his

Voice til it calls for some Halls Metholiptis

After that, the aftermath, you have to ask

Do you wanna spark my wrath

And yo, the answer ya have to come up wit

It's Too Poetic, ain't nothin to f*ck wit

No type of joke whatsover, hyper than ever

Clever, way beyond measure

Wit musical antics and it's amazin

The plan is just free on the stage and

Who do you think that it could be

But Capital K, Woody Wood, plus me, yo

A combination to entertain

Keep ya cooler than bottles and Janes, yeah



[Chorus]



[Outro: Poetic]

Woody Wood, signin off

Capital K, signin off

Mellow T, signin off

Also known as Poetic, is signin off

Too Poetic, signin off

Haha, J Nice signin off...