Busta Rhymes Feat Q-tip Ill Vibe Lyrics

Ill Vibe Lyrics

Busta Rhymes feat. Q-Tip

 

 Ill Vibe

 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)]