Ahonetwo, Ahonetwo Songtext

My skin has a pigment reminiscent of a tan

I plan to grow dreds, but first a nappy

'fro

The longer the hair, the easier to scare a foe

It grows from my head 'till it covers up my face

People look and stare when I walk into the place

This is just a taste from 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 bandanas

Forbidden in L.A., but I wore one in Atlanta

I chiseled up a sculpture

To complement my culture

Thoughts of silly nubians are 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 from the archives

Use my mental staff to eliminate apartheid

Still gather papes like my man Malcolm Forbes

Ponderin' my life as I look into my orbs



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I love the shade of green like my brother Billy Bixby

I utilize 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 seemed 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 pomade

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 and 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 rhythms with apocalyptic tunes

I will drink a seltzer while you dabble with the booze

And giggle when I see your liver shrivel to a prune

I'm the Funkee 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



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