Ahonetwo, Ahonetwo

(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.
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 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:)