Boogie Down Productions
Boogie Down Productions - Scott Made Me Funky lyrics
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[D-Nice:] On the mic I rock, used to have a cheeba spot I was frontin cops, but then I stopped Because never one time was I sent to main But a gunshot wound sure do bring pain I know you can't relate right now to what I'm sayin Cause in your adolescence with pain you're still playin Cause D-Nice the 808 is an adult I got no religion, I need no cult It really doesn't matter what you can't afford Because you can be strangled by my microphone cord And either way you put it doesn't matter to me Because I still get off scot free Cause Scott made me funky [echoes] No mistakes to the speaker, I'm another teacher From Boogie Down Productions, you know somethin If I didn't mention, the crew that you savor Called BDP, I'm the third different flavor If I were to grab the mic and start dissin All you MC's out there should start listenin To see whose name is next on my paper You wanna see who's next well just wait a minute, to see what we've got here Disrespect my name you get rocked here So keep walkin, why even make a stop here Try to mess with me, you get shot here So don't sleep on me you better wake up Grab your microphone and just shut up Cause I wreck with the mic that I'm holdin Play me close your eyes'll get swollen I hope that I'm showin, I do work I'm down with KRS, Boo and Red Alert And everything I write turns out to make money You know why? Cause Scott made me funky [echoes] ["Scott LaRock" cut and scratched] I'm on the microphone, you're in the audience When I'm done rappin, I should get an applause for this For what I stand for, don't let it come to this You tryin to diss me, you know that you can die for this Now many can try this, and have backup I got books of rhymes I got stacked up Bein funky, is somethin that I recommend Cause I'm funky, and now I'm gettin paid again Stop, let's continue with the session So stop guessin, the teacher of the lesson is the TR-808 I guess that you can say that's me And to my brother Scott LaRock, peace! .. peace.. peace.. [whistle noise scratched]