CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Funky Freestyles
I hope you can feel the texture, dyslexia
That I can wreck, so I can enter
[?] like a pencil, the mic is my utensil
fundamental
f**k yo' visions as
I gotta vision sitting in the tavern
Check out the pattern of a cabbage
Isn't it deep like my father's
Measure the laughter and joy I brought him easily
A piece of paper isn't anything to me
I paint a quick picture that I can give to ya
It's Debbie but Deb is my alias
Takes more than one to prevail again uh
Lyrical substance for a [?] of a percussion
Check out the [?] flow that I'm bustin'
But only temperamental if ya fed up get up
While you're up there pass me the pen
So I can Etch-a-Sketch and show ya how a real woman
Starts progress haha
That's Deb called freak[?]
Yo girl (You feel me? You heard me)
That sh*t was real dope
Tu' wasn't that sh*t dope?
That was pretty buggin', [?] pretty dope, you got it
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 down 'til the mics completely sexed up
And f**ked up if I'ma say so on the blunt tip
Licking MCs like fat juicy c**t lips
Girls I wanna do ya, wo wo wo and all that
I'm killing ya dead but ya 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'll never wear you out like a velcro mustache
Especially when you're giving up nuff ass
And it don't stop on 2Pac and Del
Ayy yo 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 anticipate
D-E-L the funky human being, that is human being to the ones that need awakening
I can flex funk on the floor and make 'em furious
It might be intimidating 'til a certain point, don't worry it's cool
Gaffling your wits, [?] you tricks
'Cause I'ma make suck-ass do the splits
That's why [?] 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 leaning 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
Right men down
Stop f**king around up there
Yo Tu' you sound fuller than 'em
Bust it
Ayy yo leave me the f**k 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 motherf**kers steppin' to me with the same old game though
Tryin' to play me out like Nintendo
How the f**k you think I ever got this far?
By bootin' motherf**kers 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
n***as on my d**k like a motherf**kin' condom
b*t*hes 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, b*t*h
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 then
I pull up on the scene like I'm [?]
Bustin' [?]
[2Pac, Yo-Yo & Money B]Ayy yo yo yo, hold up, hold up
Chill, chill
You don't wanna f**k with us all day like that
We know you got it yo
Okay!
Save time for next track
(You feel me? You heard me?)
The [?] don't know the women are definitely in here (Big D, Big D)
We outtie
Lench Mob in the house (Lench Mob [?])
Fusion
Get of my dizzanizanizaniz Hah ha ha ha ha
That I can wreck, so I can enter
[?] like a pencil, the mic is my utensil
fundamental
f**k yo' visions as
I gotta vision sitting in the tavern
Check out the pattern of a cabbage
Isn't it deep like my father's
Measure the laughter and joy I brought him easily
A piece of paper isn't anything to me
I paint a quick picture that I can give to ya
It's Debbie but Deb is my alias
Takes more than one to prevail again uh
Lyrical substance for a [?] of a percussion
Check out the [?] flow that I'm bustin'
But only temperamental if ya fed up get up
While you're up there pass me the pen
So I can Etch-a-Sketch and show ya how a real woman
Starts progress haha
That's Deb called freak[?]
Yo girl (You feel me? You heard me)
That sh*t was real dope
Tu' wasn't that sh*t dope?
That was pretty buggin', [?] pretty dope, you got it
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 down 'til the mics completely sexed up
And f**ked up if I'ma say so on the blunt tip
Licking MCs like fat juicy c**t lips
Girls I wanna do ya, wo wo wo and all that
I'm killing ya dead but ya 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'll never wear you out like a velcro mustache
Especially when you're giving up nuff ass
And it don't stop on 2Pac and Del
Ayy yo 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 anticipate
D-E-L the funky human being, that is human being to the ones that need awakening
I can flex funk on the floor and make 'em furious
It might be intimidating 'til a certain point, don't worry it's cool
Gaffling your wits, [?] you tricks
'Cause I'ma make suck-ass do the splits
That's why [?] 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 leaning 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
Right men down
Stop f**king around up there
Yo Tu' you sound fuller than 'em
Bust it
Ayy yo leave me the f**k 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 motherf**kers steppin' to me with the same old game though
Tryin' to play me out like Nintendo
How the f**k you think I ever got this far?
By bootin' motherf**kers 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
n***as on my d**k like a motherf**kin' condom
b*t*hes 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, b*t*h
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 then
I pull up on the scene like I'm [?]
Bustin' [?]
[2Pac, Yo-Yo & Money B]Ayy yo yo yo, hold up, hold up
Chill, chill
You don't wanna f**k with us all day like that
We know you got it yo
Okay!
Save time for next track
(You feel me? You heard me?)
The [?] don't know the women are definitely in here (Big D, Big D)
We outtie
Lench Mob in the house (Lench Mob [?])
Fusion
Get of my dizzanizanizaniz Hah ha ha ha ha
