Paul C - God Made Me Funky lyrics

"God made me funky!" (4X) [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 s**er 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 sh** 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 k**ed 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** 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...