Make It Funky Lyrics - Rhyme Pays - Ice T

(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-you-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-you-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 what's 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