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 cinch to let my hair grow like a plant

Eliminate the fat gold chains and the diaper pants

Trade 'em for a pair of Girbauds

Never make friends with the fraudulent foes

Yes, I suppose that I'm fat from the supper

Skinny from the men that try to eat plenty

Now I got to flip on a copper like a penny

Vise a 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

You little crumbsnatcher