I'm chocolate like a bar 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 til it covers up my face
People look and stare when I walk into the place
I grace the stage I hates the age of charletons
Now I feel the time has come for me to spar with'em
Startin' with a swift up kick and an uppercut (Ouch!)
Plus the funky beat that moves your torso and your upper butt
Then I manipulate the spectators and I drop a real rhyme
for the times are a-changin'
I rearrange my style like a jigsaw
People jock the styles and the rhymes 'cause it is raw
Walkin' through the streets of Berkley where I lurk free
Brothers try to jerk me to the side and try to hurt me
But perky little devils only get to levels lower than
the grower of the cannibus plants and I dismantle the stance
that ya take, 'cause I ache the ear canals
Many try to flex my neck, but fear the child, so yep
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