funky
 funky  funky lyrics...check this out)
 I contemplate a rhythm with a hunch
 swing and give a punch and put a fraud out to lunch
 and scrunch up your rap book pages  eat 'em like it's licorice
 snatch your gold chains  steal your gold fronts and return 'em to the
 caves
 of the motherland
 and ride a rhinoceros back to the other land
 so I can show a foe who is the prototype
 and then go toe to toe and if the rhythm is hype
 I take it on my journeys to the mystic place
 so I can dis the facial value of your ballyhoo
 see, my style is rather passive but I can get aggressive
 brothers get done when they try to be impressive
 'cause I do not impress easily
 D-E-L is eager to be
 the founder of the fragrance
 and watch the vagrants
 scatter like rats in the sewer as we do 'em like two secret agents
 in the region of the forest where the march hare dwells
 I sit and write scriptures by the old wishin' well
 collect all my notes and sail a boat back to Berkeley
 tries fill my vibe 'cause my style is rather earthly
 some say it's wack but I ain't tryin' to hear it
 as long as what I do contains my soul and my spirit
 it's cool, I use this as a rule of thumb
 I take a dip into the pool of radiance until the fool was done
 slidin' on the floor like a fat ignoramus
 ya sold 8 million but ya still don't entertain us
 'cause you're fraudulent, I have no time for a jester
 go take your place beside Uncle Fester
 'cause you are an uncle too, you are an Uncle Tom
 and D-E-L and Hieroglyphics gonna drop the bomb
 (Yeah...under the sun, under the sun, under the sun...we gonna take it
 light) X3
 D-E-L, the 18 year old dwella of the meadow
 is showin' it hell beats livin' in the ghetto
 things are peaceful and everything's settle
 with a good night's snooze on a bed of rose petals
 I wake up in the morning feelin' happy and refreshed
 before I make my journeys I must eat and get dressed
 a pair of blue jeans and a shirt with greenish hues
 greener than the grass that was caught between my shoes
 when I trample through the forest with my brother CM-PX
 the kinky haired nubian there with a human
 my hair gets notty without the proper groomin'
 the whole metamorphis resembles flowers bloomin'
 in the shadows, deep within the trenches of the sea
 free as Leah, a head of hair like a tree
 'cause I'm a love child, follow me now children
 'cause I'm a love child, I love to see the children smile
 at my answers, foes get frantic and nervous and panic
 even as I venture past the planet called Earth
 born from the womb of the nebula
 deeper in the meadow where my actions are irregula'
 I bug out and tell my maid to take the rug out
 and dust it, and proceed to throw the thugs out of the pasture
 as I recline on a hippo
 wipe the funky speech and watch my profits seem to triple and
 quadruple
 teachin' all the pupils proper scruples in the meadow
 [CHORUS: "(Yeah...under the sun, under the sun, under the sun...we
 gonna
 take it light) X4"
 "(How ya doin'?, How ya livin'?, in the meadow, in the meadow...hey,
 How
 ya
 feelin'?, How ya doin'?...hey...ah yeah.