T Ice Make It Funky Lyrics

Make It Funky Lyrics

Make it funky)  

 So the people can get down to the funky sound  

 Cause my crew don't mess around  

 (Make it funky)  

 So the girls can get busy dog the dance floor  

 Make the guys get dizzy  

 (Make it funky)  

 Totally def as Evil E guts the records and the beat is kept  

 (Make it funky)  

  

 Stupid fly it's got to the F U N K why?  

 So that you can get loose as I produce sounds hard as the deuce  

 Manipulate the bass gain give the level's a boost  

 The lyric layer rhyme sayer,born to be player  

 If politics were my kick then I'd be your mayor  

 Governator,Senator,I'm your mentor  

 Rap rhythm is erratic,time is four, four  

 I'm the microphone scholar,clockin' long dollars  

 Here to make the place funky while the fly girls holler  

 Genius vocalist,rhyme style priceless  

 Pound of gold around my neck,mic in my first  

 The microphone virtuoso crazy insane I'm loco  

 With the speed to exceed,make other MC's look slow mo  

 Un-lease release words mean as a beast  

 I eat MC's for lunch and dinner,I can serve for a feast  

 Their rhymes are elementary,mine deserve a PH D  

 This beat is F-U-N-Key my name is Ice T  

  

 Make it funky  

  

 Undoubtedly you recognize this jam is the ultimate cut  

 Uncontrollably you motivate and move your butt  

 It's rough the beat is gangsterous,call it tough  

 If you're diss'n stop frontin',come on whats up?  

 Complicated voice gymnastics are all in your face  

 Vegas got my highs,E.V's got control my bass  

 My break is comin' get busy no time ta waste  

 Now's the time do body work here's the place  

  

 Make it funky  

  

 Make it funky enough so the tracks lay tough  

 'Cause I'm tossin' it up and the Ice don't bluff  

 The girl charmer toy Harmer,juice strong as armor  

 When I stand upon the stage you could call it melodrama  

 Intense suspense my voice emcee  

 I wouldn't have you come and see me under false pretense  

 The girlies do be wild'n'as I'm profilin'  

 Limos lined around the block for about a mile'n'a half  

 Autographs the list goes on  

 If you forgot it "make it funky" is the name of this song  

 Stupid dope and you know it,it rates a ten  

 You pray my DJ cuts the records so it starts again  

 'Cause I can keep the mic cookin' for an entire month  

 My rhymes are always hard hittin' I don't know how to bunt  

 My DJ cuts like a laser E-V-I-L-E  

 Put your finger on the records  

 Make it,Make it funky  

  

 Make it funky