Boogie Down Productions - Scott Made Me Funky lyrics

[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]