Papa EL was the elder who ruled with an iron fist With a dark calm demeanor and a powerful grist Everyone was scared to cross him, lest they be dismissed No one dared to question his wisdom, or they would be kissed By his judo flip that would send them flying in the mist Have them crawling back to the clique with a broken wrist

Those talks are rough and brisk, not for the faint of heart

If you're not ready to handle it, you'll fall apart

Papa EL is an invincible elder because of his ways and art