God Made Me Funke (New Mix)

Fun, fun, funky

Got to be funky

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, it just switches

Your whole lifestyle

You're in the spotlight, overnight flight miles

Away today, I'm flyin' 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 funky"

God made me funke

God made me funke

F-U-N-K-E

Esoteric, non-generic, potent lyrics

Only those with ears will hear it

As above, so below

Lucky seven, seventh heaven, ebb and flow

Back and forth, south to north

Right to left, life to death, 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

I find ancient secrets, seek it, speak it, teach it

Keep it, peep it, we get stronger and reap its

Benefits, then it gets

More intricate as you get deeper into it

To open the door, the power of God, the one key

And I opened it, and God made me funke

God made me funke

God made me funke

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, B

'Cause God made me funke

God made me funke

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 decisions like a livin' prism

I'm shinin' 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, killin' machines, men

I'm the real high roller 'cause I'm rollin' with God

Save the children, that's my job

Workin' overtime, goin' over rhyme

Mind over matter, spirit over mind

I sympathize with the brothers on the street

'Cause it's genocide, and we all gotta eat

But do the right thing and you'll never be hungry

I kept the faith, and God made me funke

God made me funke

God made me funke

God made me funke