Kool Moe Dee - God Made Me Funke lyrics

(Fun- fun- funky) (Got to be funky) (Funky!) (Funky enough) [Verse 1: Kool Moe Dee] Look, look, look, look, look, look, look... Look at me, cool as I wanna be Fly as they come, Messiah to some, born to be One of the chosen few, chosen to go into Rhymes that change in time, as it grows into Riches, hits and switches your whole lifestyle You're in the spotlight, overnight flight miles Away, today I'm flying high So I give thanks to the Man in the sky I remember a time whenever a rhyme Left your lips, it only could get nickels and dimes But nickels and dimes wasn't enough to eat So I guess you could say I was saved by the beat On the street, surrounded by sin I never sell out, and I wouldn't give in God said, "you can win, look within See your skin, you're my kin And I made you Funke" [Hook] (Is it funky enough?) (I like it) God made me funke (Is it funky enough?) (I like it) God made me funke F-U-N-K-E [Verse 2: Kool Moe Dee] Esoteric, non-generic, potent lyrics Only those with ears will hear it As above, so below Lucky seven, seventh heaven, heaven flow Back and forth South to north Right to left Life to d**h East to west Knowledge step, thirty three degrees Three hundred and twenty seven left to see So God created a light in which I shine With sublime rhymes that inclines the mind To find ancient secrets, seek it, speak it, teach it Keep it, peep it, we get stronger and reap its Benefits, but then it gets more intricate As you get deeper into it To open the door, the power of God's the one key And I opened it, and God made me funke [Hook] [Bridge: Kool Moe Dee] (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, B (Funky) cause God made me Funke [Hook] [Verse 3: Kool Moe Dee] I'm over, over like a fat rat The blind see what I got, and others see how I got that Position with vision Precision, decision's like a livin' prism I'm shining light on the money I made And the rhymes parlayed And you can see I'm paid I condemn them that focus on the ends As opposed to the means, k**ing machines, men I'm the real high roller, cause I'm rolling with God Save the children, that's my job Working overtime, going over rhyme Mind over matter, spirit over mind I sympathize with the brothers on the street Cause it's genocide, and we all got to eat But do the right thing, and you'll never be hungry I kept the faith and God made me funke [Hook]