| Song | Ill Vibe |
| Artist | Busta Rhymes |
| Album | The Coming |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Yo, yo, yo | |
| Yo, yo, yo | |
| Yo, yo, yo | |
| My rhymes create life like the birds an' the bees | |
| Make Funk | |
| Master Flex say, “ | |
| Yo, I'm feelin' these” | |
| Flows make you shit in your drawers, change your dungarees | |
| Smokin' trees, gettin' cotton mouth, wild munchees | |
| Bounce down the block, eatin' food at | |
| Luigi'sAss constipated, too much extra cheese | |
| Well anyway, while | |
| I was coolin' down at | |
| Luigi'sI met some | |
| Siamese twins from overseas, | |
| LebaneseLesbians, with friends from | |
| New Orleans | |
| They had a fifth friend, she was straight black | |
| Portuguese | |
| Pretty palm olive soaped skin, | |
| Aloe Veralese | |
| 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 fuckin' house keys | |
| Right before my | |
| G'sHad to show this crazy broad, | |
| I mastered my degrees an' my | |
| Ph.D'sGot your face on camera, motherfucker, say, “ | |
| Cheese”You better get with your friends quick, before | |
| I start to squeeze | |
| Gettin' caught up in that freaky golddigger | |
| JamboreesI caught that ill vibe, | |
| Tip, word | |
| Bust? Yo, yo, word | |
| That ill vibe, | |
| Tip, say 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 | |
| I got weight on my shoulders in the form of this beat | |
| Ain't nothin' sweet on the street, for good, these | |
| I competeCome off complete an' you need to get back in your stance | |
| We enhance an' we're playin' the whole world circumstance | |
| So do good in your hood even though you puff life | |
| Positive to comply, don't screw up facin' 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 | |
| Logicaly thinkin' when along's enterprise | |
| Alotta brothers from the ghetto got the gift of gab | |
| Peace to the | |
| West Coast an' the | |
| East, we's fam | |
| Need I make mention, that the crew we've got | |
| Make things get hot, like the | |
| FoFo shotNo we don't promote 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 an' snakes | |
| Some of them come as friends, some of them come as | |
| JakesWe decipher all the force an' build rounds 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 an' | |
| Tip, you know we make minds bend | |
| I caught that ill vibe, | |
| Bust, word | |
| Tip? Yo, yo, word | |
| That ill vibe, | |
| Bust, word | |
| Tip? Yo, yo, word | |
| Yo, when I hold my mic you know my shit be absurd | |
| I caught that ill vibe, | |
| Tip, yo, word | |
| Bust? 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 that ill vibe, | |
| Bust, word | |
| Tip? Yo, yo, word | |
| That ill vibe, | |
| Bust, word | |
| Tip? Yo, yo, word | |
| Yo, when we in the jam you know the shit be absurd | |
| I caught that wild shit, | |
| Tip, word | |
| Bust? 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 |
| Yo, yo, yo | |
| Yo, yo, yo | |
| Yo, yo, yo | |
| My rhymes create life like the birds an' the bees | |
| Make Funk | |
| Master Flex say, " | |
| Yo, I' m feelin' these" | |
| Flows make you shit in your drawers, change your dungarees | |
| Smokin' trees, gettin' cotton mouth, wild munchees | |
| Bounce down the block, eatin' food at | |
| Luigi' sAss constipated, too much extra cheese | |
| Well anyway, while | |
| I was coolin' down at | |
| Luigi' sI met some | |
| Siamese twins from overseas, | |
| LebaneseLesbians, with friends from | |
| New Orleans | |
| They had a fifth friend, she was straight black | |
| Portuguese | |
| Pretty palm olive soaped skin, | |
| Aloe Veralese | |
| 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 fuckin' house keys | |
| Right before my | |
| G' sHad to show this crazy broad, | |
| I mastered my degrees an' my | |
| Ph. D' sGot your face on camera, motherfucker, say, " | |
| Cheese" You better get with your friends quick, before | |
| I start to squeeze | |
| Gettin' caught up in that freaky golddigger | |
| JamboreesI caught that ill vibe, | |
| Tip, word | |
| Bust? Yo, yo, word | |
| That ill vibe, | |
| Tip, say 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 | |
| I got weight on my shoulders in the form of this beat | |
| Ain' t nothin' sweet on the street, for good, these | |
| I competeCome off complete an' you need to get back in your stance | |
| We enhance an' we' re playin' the whole world circumstance | |
| So do good in your hood even though you puff life | |
| Positive to comply, don' t screw up facin' 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 | |
| Logicaly thinkin' when along' s enterprise | |
| Alotta brothers from the ghetto got the gift of gab | |
| Peace to the | |
| West Coast an' the | |
| East, we' s fam | |
| Need I make mention, that the crew we' ve got | |
| Make things get hot, like the | |
| FoFo shotNo we don' t promote 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 an' snakes | |
| Some of them come as friends, some of them come as | |
| JakesWe decipher all the force an' build rounds 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 an' | |
| Tip, you know we make minds bend | |
| I caught that ill vibe, | |
| Bust, word | |
| Tip? Yo, yo, word | |
| That ill vibe, | |
| Bust, word | |
| Tip? Yo, yo, word | |
| Yo, when I hold my mic you know my shit be absurd | |
| I caught that ill vibe, | |
| Tip, yo, word | |
| Bust? 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 that ill vibe, | |
| Bust, word | |
| Tip? Yo, yo, word | |
| That ill vibe, | |
| Bust, word | |
| Tip? Yo, yo, word | |
| Yo, when we in the jam you know the shit be absurd | |
| I caught that wild shit, | |
| Tip, word | |
| Bust? 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 |
| Yo, yo, yo | |
| Yo, yo, yo | |
| Yo, yo, yo | |
| My rhymes create life like the birds an' the bees | |
| Make Funk | |
| Master Flex say, " | |
| Yo, I' m feelin' these" | |
| Flows make you shit in your drawers, change your dungarees | |
| Smokin' trees, gettin' cotton mouth, wild munchees | |
| Bounce down the block, eatin' food at | |
| Luigi' sAss constipated, too much extra cheese | |
| Well anyway, while | |
| I was coolin' down at | |
| Luigi' sI met some | |
| Siamese twins from overseas, | |
| LebaneseLesbians, with friends from | |
| New Orleans | |
| They had a fifth friend, she was straight black | |
| Portuguese | |
| Pretty palm olive soaped skin, | |
| Aloe Veralese | |
| 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 fuckin' house keys | |
| Right before my | |
| G' sHad to show this crazy broad, | |
| I mastered my degrees an' my | |
| Ph. D' sGot your face on camera, motherfucker, say, " | |
| Cheese" You better get with your friends quick, before | |
| I start to squeeze | |
| Gettin' caught up in that freaky golddigger | |
| JamboreesI caught that ill vibe, | |
| Tip, word | |
| Bust? Yo, yo, word | |
| That ill vibe, | |
| Tip, say 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 | |
| I got weight on my shoulders in the form of this beat | |
| Ain' t nothin' sweet on the street, for good, these | |
| I competeCome off complete an' you need to get back in your stance | |
| We enhance an' we' re playin' the whole world circumstance | |
| So do good in your hood even though you puff life | |
| Positive to comply, don' t screw up facin' 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 | |
| Logicaly thinkin' when along' s enterprise | |
| Alotta brothers from the ghetto got the gift of gab | |
| Peace to the | |
| West Coast an' the | |
| East, we' s fam | |
| Need I make mention, that the crew we' ve got | |
| Make things get hot, like the | |
| FoFo shotNo we don' t promote 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 an' snakes | |
| Some of them come as friends, some of them come as | |
| JakesWe decipher all the force an' build rounds 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 an' | |
| Tip, you know we make minds bend | |
| I caught that ill vibe, | |
| Bust, word | |
| Tip? Yo, yo, word | |
| That ill vibe, | |
| Bust, word | |
| Tip? Yo, yo, word | |
| Yo, when I hold my mic you know my shit be absurd | |
| I caught that ill vibe, | |
| Tip, yo, word | |
| Bust? 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 that ill vibe, | |
| Bust, word | |
| Tip? Yo, yo, word | |
| That ill vibe, | |
| Bust, word | |
| Tip? Yo, yo, word | |
| Yo, when we in the jam you know the shit be absurd | |
| I caught that wild shit, | |
| Tip, word | |
| Bust? 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 |