Funky Freestyles 2Pac (Ft. Debbie Deb, Del the Funky Homosapien & Money B)

[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')