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(Fun-) (fun-) (funky) |
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[James Brown] (Got to be funky) |
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[The D.O.C.] (Funky enough) |
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[VERSE 1] |
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Look, look, look, look... |
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Look at me, cool as I wanna be |
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Fly as they come beside of some wanna-be |
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One of the chosen, if you're chosen, then go into |
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Rhymes that change the time, as it grows into |
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Riches, itches, switches your whole lifestyle |
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You're in the spotlight, over night flyin miles |
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Away, today I'm flyin high |
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So I give thanks to the Man in the sky |
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I remember a time whenever a rhyme |
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Left your lips, it only could get nickels and dimes |
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But nickels and dimes wasn't enough to eat |
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So I guess you could say I was saved by the beat |
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On the street, surrounded by sin |
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I never sell out, and I wouldn't give in |
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God said: you can win, look within |
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See your skin, you're my kin |
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And I made you funke |
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God made me funke |
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F-u-n-k-e |
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[VERSE 2] |
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Esoteric, non-generic, potent lyrics |
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Only those with ears will hear it |
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As above so below |
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Lucky 7-7, heaven, have been blown |
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Back and forth |
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South to north |
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Right to left |
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Life to death |
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East to west |
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Knowledge step, 33 degrees |
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327 left to see |
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So God created a light in which I shine |
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With sublime rhymes that inclines the mind |
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Define ancient segments, seek it, speak it, teach it |
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Keep it, peep it, we get stronger and reap its |
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Benefits, but then it gets more intricate |
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As you get deeper into it |
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To open the door, the power of God's the one key |
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And I opened it, and God made me funke |
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(Is it funky enough?) |
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(Funky enough) |
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God made me funke |
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(Is it funky enough?) |
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F-u-n-k-e |
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(Funky) is the way God made me |
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(Funky) is the power He gave me |
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(Funky) like the fans that pay me |
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(Funky) like the stations that play me |
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(Funky) is how I made it through the '80s |
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(Funky) connected to the ladies |
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(Funky) you know a devil can't faze me |
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(Funky) I ain't afraid, bee |
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(Funky) cause God made me |
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Funke |
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[VERSE 3] |
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I'm over, over like a fat rat |
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The blind see what I got, and others see how I got that |
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Position with vision |
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Precision, decision |
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's like a livin prism |
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I'm shinin light on the money I made |
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And the rhymes parlayed |
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And you can see I'm paid |
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I condemn them that focus on the ends |
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As opposed to the means, killin machines men |
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I'm the real 'high roller', cause I'm rollin with God |
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Save the children - that's my job |
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Workin overtime, goin over-rhyme |
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Mind over matter, spirit over mind |
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I sympathize with the brothers on the street |
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Cause it's genocide, and we all gotta eat |
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But do the right thing, and you'll never be hungry |
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I kept the faith and God made me funke |
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God made me funky |
