Ya Lil Crumbsnatchers - Del The Funky Homosapien

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!