Ill Vibe

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Yo Yo, yoyoyo-yoyo, yo Yo-yo, yoyoyoyo, yo-yo Yoyoyo, yoyo-yoyoyo Yoyo-yo, yo-yo, yo-yo Yoyo, yo-yo, yo [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] My rhymes create life like the birds and the bees Make Funkmaster Flex say, "Yo, I'm feelin' these" Flows make you shit in your drawers, change your dungarees Smoke trees, gettin' cottonmouth, wild munchies Bounce down the block, eatin' food at Luigi's Ass constipated — too much extra cheese But anyway, while I was coolin' down at Luigi's I met some Siamese twins from overseas, Lebanese Lesbians with friends from New Orleans They had a fifth friend, she was straight Black-Portuguese Pretty palm-olive-soaped skin, Aloe Vera leaves She looked like the type of chick you only see in fantasies The type of chick that you'd kill for to get between the knees Yuh! I made time to chill with Miss Portuguese Would you believe the bitch tried to steal my fuckin' house keys? Rob me for my G's Had to show this crazy broad I mastered my degrees and my Ph.D's Got yo' face on camera — motherfucker, say "Cheese"! You better get with your friends quick before I start to squeeze Gettin' caught up in the freaky gold digger Jamborees [Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Q-Tip] I caught the ill vibe, Tip! Word, Bus? Yo, yo' word The ill vibe, Tip! Yo, word, Bus? Yo, yo' word (Uh) 'Cause when I'm in the place, you know my shit be absurd I caught the ill vibe, Bus! Word, Tip? Yo, yo' word The ill vibe, Bus! Word, Tip? What the word? So when I hold the mic, you know my shit be absurd I caught the ill vibe, Bus! Word, Tip? Yo, yo' word [Interlude: Q-Tip] Uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh [Verse 2: Q-Tip] I got weight on my shoulders in deformin' this beat Ain't nothin' sweet, on the street for good deeds I compete Kamaal complete and unique so get back in your stance We enhance and we're playin' the whole world circumstance So do good in your hood even though you puff lye Positive to comply, don't screw face and act rah 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, way I play in life 'Cause this world is bound to get you like a double-edged knife In the jam we regulate, 'cause we organize Logically thinkin' with Allah's enterprise A lot of brothers from the ghetto (Uh) got the gift to gab (Uh) Peace to the West Coast, in the East, we fab', oh Need I make mention that the crew we've got Make things get hot like the .44 shot? (Blaow) No, we don't promote no guns but don't turn that cheek In the world that we live kindness is viewed as weak So we gotta stay on point for all these lizards and snakes Some of them come as friends, some of them come as Jakes We decipher all the frauds and build grounds with our friends (Why's that?) So we can live right until time ends (Yo, why's that?) Amalgamate, so we can get these ends (Yo, true that) Busta and Tip, you know we make minds bend [Chorus: Q-Tip & Busta Rhymes] I caught the ill vibe, Bus! Word, Tip? Yo, yo' word (Ha!) The ill vibe, Bus! Word, Tip? Yo, yo' word (Ha!) Yo, when I hold my mic, you know my shit be absurd (Yo, yo-yo) I caught that ill vibe, Tip! Yo, word, Bus? Yo, yo' word That ill vibe, Tip! Say word? Yo, yo' word 'Cause when I'm in the place, you know my shit be absurd! I caught the ill vibe (Ha), Bus! Word, Tip? Yo, yo' word (Ha!) The ill vibe, Bus! Word, Tip? Yo, yo' word (Ha!) Yo, when we in the jam, you know the shit be absurd I caught that wild shit, Tip! Word, Bus? Yo, yo' word That ill vibe, Tip! Say word? Yo, yo' word! 'Cause when I'm in the place (Uh), you know my shit be absurd!