Back in the Chamber

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!