you know it's gotta be funky if i'm gonna run to it
you pick up where the other drift off
and i do it with so much soul and so much self control
i'm a smooth operator putting rappers on hold
flowing like a stream
the rhyme scheme seems to gleam like a flashlight beam
but it's no dream
it's a real type thing and it's happening
caught by a flaw and i'm forced to get wrapped in
i'm rearranging the line so i can change with the time
cocking rhymes like nines and blowing minds
and blowing minds
and blowing minds
blowing minds
i glow and shine like a beacon when i'm speaking
skin is light but i'm not white or puerto rican
i'm an african descent very independent
i make my own money so don't worry how i bend it
rappers follow me but i don't need another shadow
hollow mc's don't even think about a battle
cause if you've got the mic
and you ain't rocking it right
i'll grab it and drop the rhyme like a bad habit
god made me funky funky funky
funk it funk it funk it funk it
funk it funk it funk it funk it funk it funk it funk it
funk it funk it funk it funk it funk it
funk it funk it funk it
f**k it f**k it f**k it f**k it f**k it f**k it f**k it
f**k it f**k it f**k it f**k it
f**k it f**k it f**k it
funky funky funky funky
funky
who is that stranger
shoulders be shrugging
everybody's bugging rhymes are funky dope
and keep the crowd want more
like a junkie hoping to make that score
i'm a true soul brother
'cause that's the way to be
and the only truth
so brother can dance for me
for me for me for me for me
hey i won't have it any other way
so believe it brother
when i say i wouldn't have it any other way
so believe it brother
when i say i wouldn't have it any other way
so believe it brother
when i say i wouldn't have it any other way
so believe it brother
when i say i wouldn't have it any other way
so believe it brother
when i say i wouldn't have it any other way
so believe it brother
when i say i wouldn't have it any other way
so believe it brother
when i say i wouldn't have it any other way
god made me funky
there's a curse that we carry
every day in our hands
the third of unlearning
and responding to things unplanned
burning slowly drifting gently floating endlessly
through rhythm and bruises
