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
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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
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