2Pac, Debbie Deb, Del the Funky Homosapien, Money B - Funky Freestyles lyrics

I hope you can feel the texture, dyslexia
That I can wreck, so I can enter
Imagin' your body like a pencil
The mic is my utensil
Stickin' the potent with a proper fundamental
Fuck yo' vision as I got a vision
Sitting in the tavern
Check out the pattern of a cavern
Isn't it deep like my father's
Measure the laughter and joy
I brought his easily
A piece of paper isn't easy to me
I paint a quick picture that I can get ya
It's Debbie but Deb is my alias
Takes more than one to prevail again huh
Lyrical substance for a depth of a percussion
Check out the flow that I'm bustin'
But only temperamental if you fed up, get up
While you up then pass me the pen
So I can Etch-a-Sketch and show
You how a real woman starts progress haha

Aah! That's Deb
Yo Del (You feel me? You heard me)
That shit was real dope you know it was Mon'
Tu' wasn't that shit dope?
That was pretty buggin', that was pretty
Dope, you got admit that, come on
(Yo Del, what's up with that?) yo
Oh, you want me to do it? Yo!
(I know you can free')

Yo' mic passed, at last
The freaky dog is next up
And Money ain't done
'til the mics completely sexed-up
And fucked up
If I'ma say so on the blunt tip
Licking MCs like fat juicy cunt lips
Girls I wanna do ya
Whoa whoa whoa and all that
I'm killing you dead but you
Crawl back for more
But I don’t want ya, I let the rest get ya
Come on girlfriend, I'm just messing wit' ya
You know I never play you
Out like a velcro mustache
Especially when you're giving up 'nough ass
And it don't stop on 2Pac and Del
Check them out

Ayo Del tryna hide in the back though Mon'
Yo Del, yo Del get on up here man
(You feel me? You heard me)
Yo Del do something, participate

D-E-L the funky human being
That is human being to the
Ones who need awakening
I can flex funk on the
Floor and make 'em furious
It might be intimidating to a certain point
Don't worry it's cool
Gaffling your wit's, wilding you tricks
'Cause I'ma make suckas do the split's
That's why they cross the floor
Like a chorus line
As I prepare to drop a gorgeous rhyme
With a pretty presentation
Placed with a purpose
A shade of green and crazy Del's on the scene
To lean the strike of perpetrators
Fakes and frauds, while the audience applauds
They get enthusiastic when I
Use the drastic measures
To keep the thieves out the treasures
I can kick a freestyle
And recollect the segment
Like a movie, and I still sound groovy

Yo! (Men down)
We are not fucking around up in there
You know what I'm saying?
Yo Tu', you sound fuller than 'em bust it

Ayo leave me the fuck alone
You gets none of this it's suicidal
You lose your title like Doug las
I'm nothin' nice and, I'm icin' like Tyson
I'm grippin' the mic and my DJ is slicin'
I'm tired of motherfuckers steppin' to me
With the same old game though
Tryin' to play me out like Nintendo
How the fuck you think I ever got this far?
By bootin' motherfuckers like a shootin' star
'Cause I'm out to show that I'm a dope MC
You think crack had you fiendin'
Wait'll they get a load of me
Niggas on my dick like a motherfuckin' condom
Bitches wanna flip, let 'em step
And I'll bomb 'em and it just don't stop
'Cause I got Debbie Deb in the
House and we will drop all competitors
(Yo Deb) hunt ya ass like a predator, bitch!

Spin the wheel of fortune, for a fortune
Of prolific paranormal positivity
With the swift gift
So witness the finesse word
Too many females tryna be harder than me
I pull up on the scene like a
Bustin' they ass with a

Ayo yo yo, hold up, hold up chill, chill
You don't wanna fuck with us
All day like that we know you got it yo
Okay! Save time for next track
(You feel me? You heard me?)
Don't know, the women are definitely in here
(Big D, Big D) and we outtie
Lench Mob in the house
(You know what I'm saying?, Lench Mob unit)
Rollin' Fusion (Ninja, ninjas)
Get off my dizi nozo nozeh Hah ha ha ha ha