[Chorus:]
Ahonetwo, ahonetwo, I like it...
I`m chocolate like a Barr
but my name is not Roseanne
my skin has a pigment, reminiscent of a tan
I plan to grow dreads
but first a nappy fro
the longer the hair
the easier to scare a foe
it grows from my head until it covers up my face
people look & stare when I walk into the palce
this is just a taste form the Funkee Human Being
ain`t no misbehavin`
ain`t no use for ravin`
surrounded by the people who would stab me in the back
my skin is really brown
even though it`s labeled black
sometimes I wear a cap, and sometimes I wear bandannas
forbidden in L.A. but I wore one in Atlanta
I chisled up a sculpture
to complement my culture
thoughts of silly nubians is prone to give me ulcers
hangin` with the brothers who are tribal in their ways
for this is how I like to spend my days
and it pays
to steal a groovy sample form the archives
use my mental staff to eliminate aparthied
still gather papes like my man Malcom Forbes
ponderin` my life as I look into my orbs.
[Chorus:]
I love the shade of green like my brother Billy Bixby
I utilise a sample that I salvaged from the 60`s
cause I`m picky
my meal must appeal to me like Morris
far too many fraudulent opponents in the forest
I fall into the Gap when I need to purchase clothes
easy on the fads
cause the posers always pose
I suppose they will bite
they`ll try not to show it
I came very plain and then feelin` rather loaded
I ditched all the beads
cause my needs seem to differ
me and CM-P are like the Gil and the Skipper
he will use his clippers to give himself a fade
I give my fro a sheen with a smidgin of Pomeade
I laid in the shade and I greeted mixel place
with a rhythm and a rhyme
and he said that it`s a twist
from the ordinary everyday continual assumption
that R&B & Rap makes a winner
guess who`s comin` through for dinner
a native-like brother with the passive little style
that most certainly will smother
suicidal rhymes with apocyliptic tunes
I will drink a seltzer while you dabble with the booze
and giggle when I see ya liver shrivel to a prune
I`m the Funky Human Being
not a monkey or a coon
assume that the style is Funkadelic in the 90`s
Del is livin` phat
as I leave a foe behind me.
[Chrous:]
