Del made a pact to be well natural
Back from the wishing well to sell actual
Funk from the fungus grown in the trench
It's getting kinda heavy so i gotta pinch an inch
And it's a sinch
To let my hair grow like a plant
Eliminate the fat gold chains and the daiper pants
Trade 'em for a pair girbauds
Never make friends with the fraudulent foes
Yes i suppose that i'm fat from the supper
Skinny from the many that try to eat plenty
Now i got to flip on a copper like a penny
Vise uh versa
Quench your thirst with
A swig of grapefruit juice straight from the thermos
Hock your jewels, and you can drop your tools
And make a move that can turn us in the right direction
Show your affection as i correct men
Who try to pull the wool over the third eye
Comin' fly with mr. greenjeans
It's a bird eye view of the meadow
As i greet the many people that i meet with a "hello"
"how do you do my compadre?"
What up kwame?
Back to the meadow so i can show i'm a
Smooth black brother that is gifted
And if you try to lift this
Yes i got a witness
Nicknamed the emperor
This wasn't meant for ya'. . .
Ya little crumbsnatcher!