2Pac — Funky Freestyles

[Verse 1: Debbie Deb] 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 [2Pac & Money B] 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') [Verse 2: Money B] 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 [2Pac & Money B] 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 [Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien] 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 wits, wilding you tricks 'Cause I'ma make suckas do the splits 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 [2Pac & Money B] 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 [Verse 4: 2Pac] 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! [Verse 4: Debbie Deb] 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— [2Pac, Yo-Yo & Money B] 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