Ill Vibe Lyrics by Busta Rhymes

Ill Vibe Lyrics

    Verse One: Busta Rhymes

    My rhymes profess life like the birds and the bees
    Make Funk-Master Flex say yo I'm feeling these
    Flows make you shit in your drawrs. Change your dungarees
    Smoking trees, getting cottonmouth, wild munchees
    Bowed down the block eating food at Luigi's
    Constipated... too much extra cheese
    Well anyway, while I was cooling down at Luigi's
    I met some Siamese twins from overseas.. Lebanese
    Let's begin with the friends from New Orleans
    They had a fifth friend. She was straight Black-Portuguese
    Pretty palm-olive-soaped skin, AloeVeralese
    She looked like the type of chick you only see in fantasies
    The type of chick you would KILL for to get between the knees
    Yo. I made time to chill with Miss Portuguese
    Would you believe, the bitch tried to steal my fucking house keys
    And rob me for my G's
    Had to show this crazy braud, I mastered my Degree's and my Ph.D's
    Got your face on camera; motherfucker say cheese
    You better get with your friends quick, before I start to squeeze
    Getting caught up in that freaky gold-digger Jamborees

    Chorus:

    I caught that ill vibe Tip [word Bust?] yo yo word
    That ill vibe Tip [word Bust?] yo yo word
    Cause when I'm in the place you know my shit be absurd.
    [I caught that ill vibe Bust] Word Tip? [yo yo word]
    [That ill vibe Bust] Word Tip? [yo yo word]
    [So when I hold the Mic you know my shit be absurd]
    [I caught that ill vibe Bust] Word Tip? [yo yo word]

    Verse Two: Q-Tip

    I got weight on my shoulders in the form of this beat
    Ain't nothing sweet, on the street, for good these I compete
    Come off complete
    And you need to get back in your stance
    We enhance and we're playing the whole world circumstance
    So do good in your hood even though you puff life
    Positive to comply
    Don't screw up facing that crowd
    Progress don't fall back. We can't have that
    I'll hold your hand Black
    We can't wind up with scratch
    I put my best foot forward, when I play in life
    Cause this world as I live it, chill's like a double edged knife
    In the jam we regulate, cause we organize
    Logic-a-ly thinking when along's enterprise
    Alot of brothers from the ghetto got the gift of gab
    Peace to the West Coast and the East, we's fam
    Need I make mention that the crew we've got
    Make things get hot, like the FoFo shot. Blauw!
    No we don't premote no guns, but don't turn that cheek
    In the world that we live calmness is viewed as weak
    So, we got to stay awake for all these lizards and snakes
    Some of them come as friends; some of them come as Jakes
    We decipher all the force and build rounds with our friends
    Why's that?
    So we can live right until time ends
    Yo why's that?
    I estimate, so we can get these ends
    Yo true that?
    Busta and Tip, you know we make minds bend

    Chorus: (in reverse order)

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