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!