[{"id":23334638,"name":"God Made Me Funky","trackName":"God Made Me Funky","artistName":"Def Jef","albumName":"Just A Poet With Soul","duration":238.471833,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One time for your mind\n\n(Hey everybody)\n\nYou know it's gots to be funky if I'ma rhyme to it\nPick up where the others left off, and I do it\nWith so much soul, and so much self control\nI'm a smooth operator puttin rappers on hold\nFlowin like a stream, the rhyme scheme seems to gleam\nLike a flashlight beam, but it's no dream\nIt's a real type thing. and it's happenin\nCaused by applause, and I'm forced to get rappin\nI'm rearrangin the lines, so I can change with the times\nCockin rhymes like nines and blowin minds\nI glow and shine like a beacon when I'm speakin\nSkin is light, but I'm not white or Puertorican\nI'm an African descendant, very independent\nI make my own money§ so don't worry how I spend it\nRappers follow me, but I don't need another shadow\nHollow MC's, don't even think about a battle\nCause if you got the mic, and you ain't rockin it right\nI'll grab it, and drop the rhyme like a bad habit\nHey, I wouldn't have it any other way\nSo believe a brother when I say\nGod made me funky\n\nNow the way I kick a lyric you would think I play soccer\nRhyme stays proper, get ill, I be a doctor\nOperate, like a well trained surgeon\nTake the competition, bust em out like virgins\nThey get strung out, high dry, and hung out\nWithout a word like a cat took their tongue out\nTheir rhymes were frail, pale, weak, and stale\nBut I'm deliverin a brand-new style like a mail\nMan, rain and hail, and sleet or snow\nNo need to worry, cause I'm guaranteed to show\nUp, right on time with the rhyme to entertain ya\nOn the microphone, and leave like the lone ranger\n'Who was that stranger?' Shoulders be shruggin\nEverybody's buggin\nRhymes are funky dope and keep the crowd want more\nLike a junkie hopin to make that score\nI'm a true soul brother, cause that's the way to be\nAnd only true soul brothers can dance for me\nHey, I wouldn't have it any other way\nSo believe a brother when I say\nGod made me funky\n\nYou hear the rhymes on the radio, in the a.m.\nOn the am, then in the p.m., on the fm\nDef Jef, and my rhymes'll stick witcha\ns say a thousand words, just like a picture\nAnd since I'm an artist, and my pen's a paintbrush\nWhen they admire and inquire, I say, \"It ain't much\"\nRhymes flow natural like a second nature\nAnd if you wanna get on the mic, you gotta await your\nTurn, learn the fundamentals\nGrab some instrumentals\nPractice makes perfect, so rehearsing can pay off\nBut for now lay off the mic\nAnd let a real pro show you how it's supposed to go\nBut hold up, let me hang my coat up\nLet me clear my throat up\nHm-hm, now turn my mic up\nStep right up, hurry, hurry, don't miss this\nWatch me light up the mic like a Christmas\nTree, see, I mean business, I ain't effin around\nPut the needle on the record by Jef, and you found\nA new sound and you like the way the name sound\nPlus it ain't the same sound, cause it ain't James Brown\nNo corny lyrics, I don't rhyme like that\nBut when you think about comin correct - I'm like that\nI wouldn't have it any other way\nSo believe a brother when I say\nGod made me funky\n\n(Got to be) (so funky)\n(Got to be)\n(Get down to the funky beat)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: God Made Me Funky\n  artist: Def Jef\n  album: Just A Poet With Soul\n  duration_ms: 238472\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One time for your mind\n\n  (Hey everybody)\n\n  You know it's gots to be funky if I'ma rhyme to it\n  Pick up where the others left off, and I do it\n  With so much soul, and so much self control\n  I'm a smooth operator puttin rappers on hold\n  Flowin like a stream, the rhyme scheme seems to gleam\n  Like a flashlight beam, but it's no dream\n  It's a real type thing. and it's happenin\n  Caused by applause, and I'm forced to get rappin\n  I'm rearrangin the lines, so I can change with the times\n  Cockin rhymes like nines and blowin minds\n  I glow and shine like a beacon when I'm speakin\n  Skin is light, but I'm not white or Puertorican\n  I'm an African descendant, very independent\n  I make my own money§ so don't worry how I spend it\n  Rappers follow me, but I don't need another shadow\n  Hollow MC's, don't even think about a battle\n  Cause if you got the mic, and you ain't rockin it right\n  I'll grab it, and drop the rhyme like a bad habit\n  Hey, I wouldn't have it any other way\n  So believe a brother when I say\n  God made me funky\n\n  Now the way I kick a lyric you would think I play soccer\n  Rhyme stays proper, get ill, I be a doctor\n  Operate, like a well trained surgeon\n  Take the competition, bust em out like virgins\n  They get strung out, high dry, and hung out\n  Without a word like a cat took their tongue out\n  Their rhymes were frail, pale, weak, and stale\n  But I'm deliverin a brand-new style like a mail\n  Man, rain and hail, and sleet or snow\n  No need to worry, cause I'm guaranteed to show\n  Up, right on time with the rhyme to entertain ya\n  On the microphone, and leave like the lone ranger\n  'Who was that stranger?' Shoulders be shruggin\n  Everybody's buggin\n  Rhymes are funky dope and keep the crowd want more\n  Like a junkie hopin to make that score\n  I'm a true soul brother, cause that's the way to be\n  And only true soul brothers can dance for me\n  Hey, I wouldn't have it any other way\n  So believe a brother when I say\n  God made me funky\n\n  You hear the rhymes on the radio, in the a.m.\n  On the am, then in the p.m., on the fm\n  Def Jef, and my rhymes'll stick witcha\n  s say a thousand words, just like a picture\n  And since I'm an artist, and my pen's a paintbrush\n  When they admire and inquire, I say, \"It ain't much\"\n  Rhymes flow natural like a second nature\n  And if you wanna get on the mic, you gotta await your\n  Turn, learn the fundamentals\n  Grab some instrumentals\n  Practice makes perfect, so rehearsing can pay off\n  But for now lay off the mic\n  And let a real pro show you how it's supposed to go\n  But hold up, let me hang my coat up\n  Let me clear my throat up\n  Hm-hm, now turn my mic up\n  Step right up, hurry, hurry, don't miss this\n  Watch me light up the mic like a Christmas\n  Tree, see, I mean business, I ain't effin around\n  Put the needle on the record by Jef, and you found\n  A new sound and you like the way the name sound\n  Plus it ain't the same sound, cause it ain't James Brown\n  No corny lyrics, I don't rhyme like that\n  But when you think about comin correct - I'm like that\n  I wouldn't have it any other way\n  So believe a brother when I say\n  God made me funky\n\n  (Got to be) (so funky)\n  (Got to be)\n  (Get down to the funky beat)\n"},{"id":12002157,"name":"God Made Me Funky","trackName":"God Made Me Funky","artistName":"Def Jef","albumName":"Just A Poet With a Soul","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One time for your mind\n\n(Hey everybody)\n\nYou know it's gots to be funky if I'ma rhyme to it\nPick up where the others left off, and I do it\nWith so much soul, and so much self control\nI'm a smooth operator puttin rappers on hold\nFlowin like a stream, the rhyme scheme seems to gleam\nLike a flashlight beam, but it's no dream\nIt's a real type thing. and it's happenin\nCaused by applause, and I'm forced to get rappin\nI'm rearrangin the lines, so I can change with the times\nCockin rhymes like nines and blowin minds\nI glow and shine like a beacon when I'm speakin\nSkin is light, but I'm not white or Puertorican\nI'm an African descendant, very independent\nI make my own money§ so don't worry how I spend it\nRappers follow me, but I don't need another shadow\nHollow MC's, don't even think about a battle\nCause if you got the mic, and you ain't rockin it right\nI'll grab it, and drop the rhyme like a bad habit\nHey, I wouldn't have it any other way\nSo believe a brother when I say\nGod made me funky\n\nNow the way I kick a lyric you would think I play soccer\nRhyme stays proper, get ill, I be a doctor\nOperate, like a well trained surgeon\nTake the competition, bust em out like virgins\nThey get strung out, high dry, and hung out\nWithout a word like a cat took their tongue out\nTheir rhymes were frail, pale, weak, and stale\nBut I'm deliverin a brand-new style like a mail\nMan, rain and hail, and sleet or snow\nNo need to worry, cause I'm guaranteed to show\nUp, right on time with the rhyme to entertain ya\nOn the microphone, and leave like the lone ranger\n'Who was that stranger?' Shoulders be shruggin\nEverybody's buggin\nRhymes are funky dope and keep the crowd want more\nLike a junkie hopin to make that score\nI'm a true soul brother, cause that's the way to be\nAnd only true soul brothers can dance for me\nHey, I wouldn't have it any other way\nSo believe a brother when I say\nGod made me funky\n\nYou hear the rhymes on the radio, in the a.m.\nOn the am, then in the p.m., on the fm\nDef Jef, and my rhymes'll stick witcha\ns say a thousand words, just like a picture\nAnd since I'm an artist, and my pen's a paintbrush\nWhen they admire and inquire, I say, \"It ain't much\"\nRhymes flow natural like a second nature\nAnd if you wanna get on the mic, you gotta await your\nTurn, learn the fundamentals\nGrab some instrumentals\nPractice makes perfect, so rehearsing can pay off\nBut for now lay off the mic\nAnd let a real pro show you how it's supposed to go\nBut hold up, let me hang my coat up\nLet me clear my throat up\nHm-hm, now turn my mic up\nStep right up, hurry, hurry, don't miss this\nWatch me light up the mic like a Christmas\nTree, see, I mean business, I ain't effin around\nPut the needle on the record by Jef, and you found\nA new sound and you like the way the name sound\nPlus it ain't the same sound, cause it ain't James Brown\nNo corny lyrics, I don't rhyme like that\nBut when you think about comin correct - I'm like that\nI wouldn't have it any other way\nSo believe a brother when I say\nGod made me funky\n\n(Got to be) (so funky)\n(Got to be)\n(Get down to the funky beat)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: God Made Me Funky\n  artist: Def Jef\n  album: Just A Poet With a Soul\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One time for your mind\n\n  (Hey everybody)\n\n  You know it's gots to be funky if I'ma rhyme to it\n  Pick up where the others left off, and I do it\n  With so much soul, and so much self control\n  I'm a smooth operator puttin rappers on hold\n  Flowin like a stream, the rhyme scheme seems to gleam\n  Like a flashlight beam, but it's no dream\n  It's a real type thing. and it's happenin\n  Caused by applause, and I'm forced to get rappin\n  I'm rearrangin the lines, so I can change with the times\n  Cockin rhymes like nines and blowin minds\n  I glow and shine like a beacon when I'm speakin\n  Skin is light, but I'm not white or Puertorican\n  I'm an African descendant, very independent\n  I make my own money§ so don't worry how I spend it\n  Rappers follow me, but I don't need another shadow\n  Hollow MC's, don't even think about a battle\n  Cause if you got the mic, and you ain't rockin it right\n  I'll grab it, and drop the rhyme like a bad habit\n  Hey, I wouldn't have it any other way\n  So believe a brother when I say\n  God made me funky\n\n  Now the way I kick a lyric you would think I play soccer\n  Rhyme stays proper, get ill, I be a doctor\n  Operate, like a well trained surgeon\n  Take the competition, bust em out like virgins\n  They get strung out, high dry, and hung out\n  Without a word like a cat took their tongue out\n  Their rhymes were frail, pale, weak, and stale\n  But I'm deliverin a brand-new style like a mail\n  Man, rain and hail, and sleet or snow\n  No need to worry, cause I'm guaranteed to show\n  Up, right on time with the rhyme to entertain ya\n  On the microphone, and leave like the lone ranger\n  'Who was that stranger?' Shoulders be shruggin\n  Everybody's buggin\n  Rhymes are funky dope and keep the crowd want more\n  Like a junkie hopin to make that score\n  I'm a true soul brother, cause that's the way to be\n  And only true soul brothers can dance for me\n  Hey, I wouldn't have it any other way\n  So believe a brother when I say\n  God made me funky\n\n  You hear the rhymes on the radio, in the a.m.\n  On the am, then in the p.m., on the fm\n  Def Jef, and my rhymes'll stick witcha\n  s say a thousand words, just like a picture\n  And since I'm an artist, and my pen's a paintbrush\n  When they admire and inquire, I say, \"It ain't much\"\n  Rhymes flow natural like a second nature\n  And if you wanna get on the mic, you gotta await your\n  Turn, learn the fundamentals\n  Grab some instrumentals\n  Practice makes perfect, so rehearsing can pay off\n  But for now lay off the mic\n  And let a real pro show you how it's supposed to go\n  But hold up, let me hang my coat up\n  Let me clear my throat up\n  Hm-hm, now turn my mic up\n  Step right up, hurry, hurry, don't miss this\n  Watch me light up the mic like a Christmas\n  Tree, see, I mean business, I ain't effin around\n  Put the needle on the record by Jef, and you found\n  A new sound and you like the way the name sound\n  Plus it ain't the same sound, cause it ain't James Brown\n  No corny lyrics, I don't rhyme like that\n  But when you think about comin correct - I'm like that\n  I wouldn't have it any other way\n  So believe a brother when I say\n  God made me funky\n\n  (Got to be) (so funky)\n  (Got to be)\n  (Get down to the funky beat)\n"},{"id":33658843,"name":"God Made Me Funky","trackName":"God Made Me Funky","artistName":"Def Jef","albumName":"Xclusive Hip Hop","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One time for your mind\n\n(Hey everybody)\n\nYou know it's gots to be funky if I'ma rhyme to it\nPick up where the others left off, and I do it\nWith so much soul, and so much self control\nI'm a smooth operator puttin rappers on hold\nFlowin like a stream, the rhyme scheme seems to gleam\nLike a flashlight beam, but it's no dream\nIt's a real type thing. and it's happenin\nCaused by applause, and I'm forced to get rappin\nI'm rearrangin the lines, so I can change with the times\nCockin rhymes like nines and blowin minds\nI glow and shine like a beacon when I'm speakin\nSkin is light, but I'm not white or Puertorican\nI'm an African descendant, very independent\nI make my own money§ so don't worry how I spend it\nRappers follow me, but I don't need another shadow\nHollow MC's, don't even think about a battle\nCause if you got the mic, and you ain't rockin it right\nI'll grab it, and drop the rhyme like a bad habit\nHey, I wouldn't have it any other way\nSo believe a brother when I say\nGod made me funky\n\nNow the way I kick a lyric you would think I play soccer\nRhyme stays proper, get ill, I be a doctor\nOperate, like a well trained surgeon\nTake the competition, bust em out like virgins\nThey get strung out, high dry, and hung out\nWithout a word like a cat took their tongue out\nTheir rhymes were frail, pale, weak, and stale\nBut I'm deliverin a brand-new style like a mail\nMan, rain and hail, and sleet or snow\nNo need to worry, cause I'm guaranteed to show\nUp, right on time with the rhyme to entertain ya\nOn the microphone, and leave like the lone ranger\n'Who was that stranger?' Shoulders be shruggin\nEverybody's buggin\nRhymes are funky dope and keep the crowd want more\nLike a junkie hopin to make that score\nI'm a true soul brother, cause that's the way to be\nAnd only true soul brothers can dance for me\nHey, I wouldn't have it any other way\nSo believe a brother when I say\nGod made me funky\n\nYou hear the rhymes on the radio, in the a.m.\nOn the am, then in the p.m., on the fm\nDef Jef, and my rhymes'll stick witcha\ns say a thousand words, just like a picture\nAnd since I'm an artist, and my pen's a paintbrush\nWhen they admire and inquire, I say, \"It ain't much\"\nRhymes flow natural like a second nature\nAnd if you wanna get on the mic, you gotta await your\nTurn, learn the fundamentals\nGrab some instrumentals\nPractice makes perfect, so rehearsing can pay off\nBut for now lay off the mic\nAnd let a real pro show you how it's supposed to go\nBut hold up, let me hang my coat up\nLet me clear my throat up\nHm-hm, now turn my mic up\nStep right up, hurry, hurry, don't miss this\nWatch me light up the mic like a Christmas\nTree, see, I mean business, I ain't effin around\nPut the needle on the record by Jef, and you found\nA new sound and you like the way the name sound\nPlus it ain't the same sound, cause it ain't James Brown\nNo corny lyrics, I don't rhyme like that\nBut when you think about comin correct - I'm like that\nI wouldn't have it any other way\nSo believe a brother when I say\nGod made me funky\n\n(Got to be) (so funky)\n(Got to be)\n(Get down to the funky beat)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: God Made Me Funky\n  artist: Def Jef\n  album: Xclusive Hip Hop\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One time for your mind\n\n  (Hey everybody)\n\n  You know it's gots to be funky if I'ma rhyme to it\n  Pick up where the others left off, and I do it\n  With so much soul, and so much self control\n  I'm a smooth operator puttin rappers on hold\n  Flowin like a stream, the rhyme scheme seems to gleam\n  Like a flashlight beam, but it's no dream\n  It's a real type thing. and it's happenin\n  Caused by applause, and I'm forced to get rappin\n  I'm rearrangin the lines, so I can change with the times\n  Cockin rhymes like nines and blowin minds\n  I glow and shine like a beacon when I'm speakin\n  Skin is light, but I'm not white or Puertorican\n  I'm an African descendant, very independent\n  I make my own money§ so don't worry how I spend it\n  Rappers follow me, but I don't need another shadow\n  Hollow MC's, don't even think about a battle\n  Cause if you got the mic, and you ain't rockin it right\n  I'll grab it, and drop the rhyme like a bad habit\n  Hey, I wouldn't have it any other way\n  So believe a brother when I say\n  God made me funky\n\n  Now the way I kick a lyric you would think I play soccer\n  Rhyme stays proper, get ill, I be a doctor\n  Operate, like a well trained surgeon\n  Take the competition, bust em out like virgins\n  They get strung out, high dry, and hung out\n  Without a word like a cat took their tongue out\n  Their rhymes were frail, pale, weak, and stale\n  But I'm deliverin a brand-new style like a mail\n  Man, rain and hail, and sleet or snow\n  No need to worry, cause I'm guaranteed to show\n  Up, right on time with the rhyme to entertain ya\n  On the microphone, and leave like the lone ranger\n  'Who was that stranger?' Shoulders be shruggin\n  Everybody's buggin\n  Rhymes are funky dope and keep the crowd want more\n  Like a junkie hopin to make that score\n  I'm a true soul brother, cause that's the way to be\n  And only true soul brothers can dance for me\n  Hey, I wouldn't have it any other way\n  So believe a brother when I say\n  God made me funky\n\n  You hear the rhymes on the radio, in the a.m.\n  On the am, then in the p.m., on the fm\n  Def Jef, and my rhymes'll stick witcha\n  s say a thousand words, just like a picture\n  And since I'm an artist, and my pen's a paintbrush\n  When they admire and inquire, I say, \"It ain't much\"\n  Rhymes flow natural like a second nature\n  And if you wanna get on the mic, you gotta await your\n  Turn, learn the fundamentals\n  Grab some instrumentals\n  Practice makes perfect, so rehearsing can pay off\n  But for now lay off the mic\n  And let a real pro show you how it's supposed to go\n  But hold up, let me hang my coat up\n  Let me clear my throat up\n  Hm-hm, now turn my mic up\n  Step right up, hurry, hurry, don't miss this\n  Watch me light up the mic like a Christmas\n  Tree, see, I mean business, I ain't effin around\n  Put the needle on the record by Jef, and you found\n  A new sound and you like the way the name sound\n  Plus it ain't the same sound, cause it ain't James Brown\n  No corny lyrics, I don't rhyme like that\n  But when you think about comin correct - I'm like that\n  I wouldn't have it any other way\n  So believe a brother when I say\n  God made me funky\n\n  (Got to be) (so funky)\n  (Got to be)\n  (Get down to the funky beat)\n"}]