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'. . .