You know, God made me funky
You know, I'm takin' it back to the muppaload, the mother shit
Well, alright, you squads
You know, it's time to get up for the down stroke
Ain't no joke
We goin' back like that, you know what I'm sayin'?
Afro bits, afro buffs, you know, rough and stuff
You know, cause God made me funky
I believe that
Straight to the bottom
Oh yeah, you know, swingin' a beat like this makes me wanna go back, you know, back in the 70s, you know
Somethin' like my man James Brown would say, hey, yeah, you know, God made me funky
And I'm just glad he made me that way
Cause you gotta get ready
Don't let that bus flash above
Right, you know what I'm sayin'?
So brothers, so sisters
Put your fists in the air, sayin' yeah
Somethin' on a real old school tip
Oh yeah, you know what I can say is that
God made me funky
And I'm glad he blessed me that way
Yeah, yeah
Now that's what I'm screamin'
You know, we gotta get together
Clean up the neighborhoods
Make it better, make it all good
And it starts with them
You know, it's time to put up
Or shut up
You know, we gotta make a change somehow, someway
As my man visual would say
Oh yeah, you know that God made me funky
And I'm glad he blessed me that way
Yeah, get up for the down stroke
And once again, well I'll write you squares
Yeah
It's time to move on, groove on
Before you get loosed on
You know God made me funky
And I'm glad he made me that way
Yeah
Takin' off on that, on that spaceship up to
You know, the funkiness
The primeness
Must I say it again?
Hell yeah
God made me funky
And I'm glad he blessed me that way
Yeah
It's not one funky brother
Now when I'm talkin' about the funk
I'm not talkin' about a smear, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm talkin' about a groove
It's a groove that most brothers can't achieve
You know what I'm sayin'?
You got to be funky
To get some of that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
To understand a groove
