Ya Lil' Crumbsnatchers

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 snitch To let my hair grow like a plant Eliminate the fat gold chains and the diaper 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