I'm chocolate like a bar but my name is not Roseanne

My skin has a pigment reminiscent of a tan

I plan to grow dreads but first a nappy 'fro

The longer the hair the easier to scare a foe

It grows from my head til it covers up my face

People look and stare when I walk into the place

I grace the stage I hates the age of charletons

Now I feel the time has come for me to spar with'em

Startin' with a swift up kick and an uppercut (Ouch!)

Plus the funky beat that moves your torso and your upper butt

Then I manipulate the spectators and I drop a real rhyme

for the times are a-changin'

I rearrange my style like a jigsaw

People jock the styles and the rhymes 'cause it is raw

Walkin' through the streets of Berkley where I lurk free

Brothers try to jerk me to the side and try to hurt me

But perky little devils only get to levels lower than

the grower of the cannibus plants and I dismantle the stance

that ya take, 'cause I ache the ear canals

Many try to flex my neck, but fear the child, so yep

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