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