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