That funk, it's gotcha movin'

That funk, it's got me groovin' with you tonight, yeah

That funk, it's gotcha bumpin'

That funk, it's got me jumpin', it feels so right!



God made me funky, each and every single day I pump beats

Hip-hop is my favourite but I'm a music junkie

Trust me, my whole life, rhythm in my head

At night before I sleep I tap beats on my bed

Ask my friends 'bout my habit that seems never endin'

Use my fingers to scratch on any nylon or denim

Pretendin' I'm a DJ in a DMC battle

That'll dazzle onlookers while the speakers snap and rattle

It don't matter where I'm at, whether readin' or chillin'

I be rhymin' in my head, whether eatin' or...

I be chillin' with a chick and I'm about to hit it yo

I imagine that it be happenin' in a video

Really though, everything is a song I got a trick

Make beats clickin' my teeth, internally it's sick

Cause if you love music, then you know it's oxygen

Ain't got a heart, my chest is where my funkbox is in!







My funkbox is not only my heart, it's my soul

Funk pours from my pores and my follicles and holes

I was told that during my mother's pregnancy

Is the time period in which the funk entered me

She would party, big belly and all, feelin' no ways

'Till I was born, holdin' a mic, sportin' some shades

I was cool daddy, never shy to be an attraction

Had early visions of becoming the next Michael Jackson

If ya askin' what I did as a kid to get licks

Broke my mom's wooden spoons usin' 'em as drumsticks

I wasn't a dumb kid, I got good report cards

My dad would buy me a record awarding me for the job

See, toys came second and T.V. it came third

Always knowin' one day, through music I would be heard

It's obvious to me why God put me on this place

Ain't got a mouth, a funkbox is found on my face!







My funkbox is not only my soul, it's my mind

No exaggeration, it's creating music all the time

If you could find wires that could connect to me

You would hear music made better than any MPC

From elementary throughout university

Built a savings all spent on creating my first CD

Do you love music like me? Well, ask yourself a question:

Would you tell your future wife that to it, she came second?

Break up and find solace in making a slammin' record

Knowin' that as an artist is how you're truly respected

My reason for breathin' is cause music is my bride

Don't live on earth, a funkbox is where I reside!