As I greet the many people that I meet with a hello
Yes I suppose that I'm fat from the supper
Vise uh versa, quench your thirst
Nicknamed the Emperor, this wasn't meant for ya'
It's a bird eye view of the meadow
Who try to pull the wool over the third eye
"How do you do my compadre?", What up Kwame?
Eliminate the fat gold chains and the diaper pants
Trade 'em for a pair Girbauds
And if you try to lift this, yes, I got a witness
It's getting kinda heavy so I gotta pinch an inch
Never make friends with the fraudulent foes
Funk from the fungus grown in the trench
Skinny from the many that try to eat plenty
Now I got to flip on a copper like a penny
To let my hair grow like a plant
Show your affection as I correct men
Back to the Meadow so I can show I'm a
Hock your jewels, and you can drop your tools
And it's a snitch
With a swig of grapefruit juice straight from the thermos
Smooth black brother that is gifted
Comin' fly with Mr. Greenjeans
And make a move that can turn us in the right direction
