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