Текст (слова) песни: Del The Funky Homosapien - Sunny Meadowz

(Yeah...I`m gonna take it light...Yeah...D E L in the house...funky
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...)"

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