Kool Moe Dee - God Made Me Funke [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Fun- fun- funky)
(Got to be funky)
(Funky!)
(Funky enough)

[Verse 1: Kool Moe Dee]

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, hits and switches your whole lifestyle
You're in the spotlight, overnight flight miles
Away, today I'm flying 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 Funke"

[Hook]
(Is it funky enough?)
(I like it)
God made me funke
(Is it funky enough?)
(I like it)
God made me funke
F-U-N-K-E

[Verse 2: Kool Moe Dee]

Esoteric, non-generic, potent lyrics
Only those with ears will hear it
As above, so below
Lucky seven, seventh heaven, heaven 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
To find ancient secrets, seek it, speak it, teach it
Keep it, peep it, we get stronger and reap its
Benefits, but then it gets more intricate
As you get deeper into it
To open the door, the power of God's the one key
And I opened it, and God made me funke

[Hook]

[Bridge: Kool Moe Dee]

(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
(Funky) cause God made me
Funke

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kool Moe Dee]

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, decision's like a livin' prism
I'm shining 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, killing machines, men
I'm the real high roller, cause I'm rolling with God
Save the children, that's my job
Working overtime, going over rhyme
Mind over matter, spirit over mind
I sympathize with the brothers on the street
Cause it's genocide, and we all got to eat
But do the right thing, and you'll never be hungry
I kept the faith and God made me funke

[Hook]