Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ill Vibe, artist - Busta Rhymes. Date of issue: 26.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |
| I caught that ill vibe Tip yo yo word |
| That ill vibe Tip yo yo word |
| Cause when I’m in the place you know my shit be absurd. |
| Word Tip? |
| Word Tip? |
| Word Tip? |
| 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) |