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[Hook]
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario (x2)
[Phife Dawg]
A-yo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?)
But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap
Well what do you know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat
No batteries included, and no strings attached
No holds barred, no time for move faking
Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon
Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow
But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so
Sleep if you want my crew will help you get your Z's, troop
But here's the real scoop
I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome
Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from
I'm vexed, fuming, I've had it up to here
My days of paying dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (yeah!)
Head for the border, go get a taco
Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meaning from the get-go
Sit back relax and let yourself go
Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know
[Charlie Brown]
Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!)
Who got the vibe it's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!)
Real live y'all (live y'all!)
Inside outside come around
(Who's that?) Brown!
Some may, I say, call me Charlie
The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley
Lay back on the payback, evolve rotate the gates
(Contact!) Can I get a hit? (Hit!)
Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip
East coast stomping, ripping and romping
New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton
Checka-checka-check it out
The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce
And wow how now wow how now Brown cow
We're ill till the skill gets down
For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new
But the rest are doo-doo
From radio, to the video, to Arsenio
Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario
[Dinco D]
(True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo
Scenarios, radios, rates more than four
Scores for the smores that smother dance floors
Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore
Ship-shape plush grapes, apes that play tapes
[Papes makes drapes baked for the wakes
Of an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader
Bass innerspace means peace see ya later
Later (later!), later alligator
Pop goes the weasel and the herb's the inflater
So yo the D what the O, incorporate I-N-C into a flow
Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight
Laugh yo, how'd that sound? (oh!)
[Q-Tip]
It's a Leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)
Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!)
I could give a damn about a ill subliminal
Stay away from crime so I ain't no criminal
I love my young nation, groovy sensation
No time for hibernation, only elation
Don't ever try to test, the water little kid
Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did
[Busta Rhymes]
I heard you rushed and rushed, and attacked
Then they rebuked then you had to smack
Causing rambunction throughout the sphere
Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear
[Q-Tip]
You know I did it
So don't violate or you'll get violated
The Hip Hop sound is well agitated
Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego
So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario
[Busta Rhymes]
Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind
Powerful impact - boom! - from the cannon
Not bragging, try to read my mind just imagine
Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary
When digging into my library
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
Eating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh
Uh! Uh! Uh! All over the track man
Uh! Pardon me, uh! As I come back
As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon
When I travel through the town I roll with the squadron
RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon
Change your little drawers cause your pants are sagging
Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban
And have you smelling ripe like some old stale urine
Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken
The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks they were kicking
Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme
The rhythm is in sync (Uh!) the rhymes are on time (time!)
Ripping up the sound just like Horatio
Observe the vibe and check out the scenario
[Hook x2]
Vs.
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[Busta Rhymes]
Here in 1992 we present
The fabulous What's The Scenario remix
Whereas there are seven MC's
Six which are in physical form and one which is in spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh... HOOD!
[Kid Hood]
Check the vibe, walk that ass or get got
F it (shit) I lick buckshots
Hood, madman, I rip up stages
Lay down your wages, I'm wild like Larry Davis
Extra, extra, pick up a clip
I'll tear ass out the frame (HA!) and grab my dick (OHH!)
I'm a Rock'Em Sock'Em robot kid, I drop bombs
I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty
I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news
I'm crazy and clever, cut throats of crews
Death on the phono, my skills are porno
You say "oh no," you bitch ass homo
I bag up waste, electrifyin', I'm prime-time
I slaughter a slime, I'm the greatest of all time
Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga
Pump slugs in your face, and dump that ass in the river
Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can
(SAY WHAT, SAY WHAT?!?!) I'm a baaad, baaad man!!
[Phife Dawg]
Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip
Punchin' out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips
The five-foot assassin has just raided your area
Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason I ain't hearin ya
(SO!) Roll out the red carpet cause I'm kickin' this
Vanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculous
Excuse my French, but profanity is all I knew
And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, F you too
And let it be known, I'm not the one to step to
You're better off calling D-Nice to your rescue
Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around
As for corny MCs, like Chuck D, I shut 'em down
The Artical Don of hip-hop and I won't stop
The five-foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop
So do like Michael Jackson and "Remember the Time" (DO YOU REMEMBER?)
Put on your dancin' shoes or somethin cause you sure can't rhyme
[Cut Monitor Milo]
(BIG UP, BIG UP!) Enter new identity
Next to say something cause you pass it to me
What does it take to check a technique?
(MANY STYLES, MANY STYLES!)
Hostile heat, brings bursts of energy
Milo in De Dance is the new identity
One two mic check, select for the ruffneck sect
Ten to one that I come CORRECT!
In my cyphers on blocks, I bring box to connect with knots
So I can grow dreadlocks
Maintain the rock (DON'T STOP THE ROCK)
Maintain the rock (DON'T STOP THE ROCK)
Kicking right inna your what's it not
I would rock longer but fair is fair
So C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeahhh!)
C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeahhh!)
[Charlie Brown]
Makin moves y'all (MOVES Y'ALL!) On and on and on
(CHECK IT, CHECK IT OUT!!) To the break of, break of dawn
(WHO'S THAT?!) Yes, one of the L.O.N.S
And a Tribe Called Quest (EAST COAST) to West
Remix mad kick, more than Metallica
Tall MCs fall like the Battlestar Galactica
Stampin', stompin', rompin' Compton
(PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD) I'm promptin (STYLE!)
Pick a style, any style, Strong Isle
Representation, sensationalization
"Scenario" for the radio, 'BLS and KISS, so
(HERE WE GO, YO!) Yeah
Force, Main Source LP on the rise
In living color we'll see seen through original eyes
And I'm out like shout, Ooh Ahh, Ooh Ahh
(OOH AHH, OOH AHH!) There it is baby pah
[Dinco D]
Lying limp on a limb, slim trim, D I am
There I am (THERE I AM!) don't run from a friend
Sight we be right, be polite for the mice
Like a like (SEE SICK, SEE SYKE)
And slip away, and off to the Poconos
Spot picked the clothes, Hype swing the pretty pose
Yamaha (AY-HA MAY!)
Let's split the funk, now it all spells (HEY!)
Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I'm with it
If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn't have quit it
Cause yo, my vocal status at Knight is like a Gladys
Bed rest, spread test, and yo I'm like the maddest
Male, not female, hail from Uniondale
Bounce the b-ball cause beats are being yelled
In the hallways always ringing with a HO!
This one two times nine on the Scenario
[Q-Tip]
Check it out, everybody, grabs the mics
Black mens gettin hip, DOIN WHAT THEY LIKE!
Eight black brothers in the public eye
If you listen very close, I will tell you why
(HOOD!) Phife, Milo, Dinco and C. Brown
Shaheed, myself, and Busta Bust Down
Will commence to rock (ROCK!) so bring on the flocks (FLOCKS!)
In-terrogation for the knockin of the box
The boom-box ruler, controls the medula
None come cooler, I win like Shula
So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her
Intensified mind, nine-blunt consumer
Tip will come booty (WELL IT'S ONLY A RUMOR!)
The meaning so deep that it starts brain tumors (TUMORS!)
Peace to Hood baby from the midnight crooner
Smoke 'em up later, if not then sooner
[Busta Rhymes]
Hey what we gon DOOO in ninety-TWO
Even though we had FUUUN in ninety-ONE
Wonderful my days, all things comin down
Run up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground
What's goin on my man? (GOD DAMN!) and now my brain is hurtin
Listen up, Busta, straight gon' hit 'em then I get 'em
Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'em
Open up your mouth if you want the food
To get rude, Flipmode, cause I'm in the mood
Ah-heh, ah-heh! Yeah man, that's how it goes
Body drippin with blood comin out your nose
Give me a Band-Aid, what are you askin for?
(MORE!) Only your sacred and pure
Adverse, Zig-Zag, check it came to bust a new rep
Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhyme
Yeah y'all in '92, I'm packin my roach spray, ANYWAY!
Ding-A-Ling - Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School
Mad brother when stealthy - RRRAAAOW RRAOW RRAOW!
To my dragon, baby, stop whining; I see my influence still shining
More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo
That's the Scenario!
WHO YA GOT?!?!?!?
[Hook]
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario (x2)
[Phife Dawg]
A-yo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?)
But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap
Well what do you know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat
No batteries included, and no strings attached
No holds barred, no time for move faking
Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon
Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow
But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so
Sleep if you want my crew will help you get your Z's, troop
But here's the real scoop
I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome
Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from
I'm vexed, fuming, I've had it up to here
My days of paying dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (yeah!)
Head for the border, go get a taco
Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meaning from the get-go
Sit back relax and let yourself go
Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know
[Charlie Brown]
Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!)
Who got the vibe it's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!)
Real live y'all (live y'all!)
Inside outside come around
(Who's that?) Brown!
Some may, I say, call me Charlie
The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley
Lay back on the payback, evolve rotate the gates
(Contact!) Can I get a hit? (Hit!)
Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip
East coast stomping, ripping and romping
New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton
Checka-checka-check it out
The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce
And wow how now wow how now Brown cow
We're ill till the skill gets down
For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new
But the rest are doo-doo
From radio, to the video, to Arsenio
Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario
[Dinco D]
(True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo
Scenarios, radios, rates more than four
Scores for the smores that smother dance floors
Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore
Ship-shape plush grapes, apes that play tapes
[Papes makes drapes baked for the wakes
Of an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader
Bass innerspace means peace see ya later
Later (later!), later alligator
Pop goes the weasel and the herb's the inflater
So yo the D what the O, incorporate I-N-C into a flow
Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight
Laugh yo, how'd that sound? (oh!)
[Q-Tip]
It's a Leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)
Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!)
I could give a damn about a ill subliminal
Stay away from crime so I ain't no criminal
I love my young nation, groovy sensation
No time for hibernation, only elation
Don't ever try to test, the water little kid
Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did
[Busta Rhymes]
I heard you rushed and rushed, and attacked
Then they rebuked then you had to smack
Causing rambunction throughout the sphere
Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear
[Q-Tip]
You know I did it
So don't violate or you'll get violated
The Hip Hop sound is well agitated
Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego
So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario
[Busta Rhymes]
Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind
Powerful impact - boom! - from the cannon
Not bragging, try to read my mind just imagine
Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary
When digging into my library
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
Eating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh
Uh! Uh! Uh! All over the track man
Uh! Pardon me, uh! As I come back
As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon
When I travel through the town I roll with the squadron
RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon
Change your little drawers cause your pants are sagging
Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban
And have you smelling ripe like some old stale urine
Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken
The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks they were kicking
Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme
The rhythm is in sync (Uh!) the rhymes are on time (time!)
Ripping up the sound just like Horatio
Observe the vibe and check out the scenario
[Hook x2]
Vs.
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[Busta Rhymes]
Here in 1992 we present
The fabulous What's The Scenario remix
Whereas there are seven MC's
Six which are in physical form and one which is in spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh... HOOD!
[Kid Hood]
Check the vibe, walk that ass or get got
F it (shit) I lick buckshots
Hood, madman, I rip up stages
Lay down your wages, I'm wild like Larry Davis
Extra, extra, pick up a clip
I'll tear ass out the frame (HA!) and grab my dick (OHH!)
I'm a Rock'Em Sock'Em robot kid, I drop bombs
I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty
I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news
I'm crazy and clever, cut throats of crews
Death on the phono, my skills are porno
You say "oh no," you bitch ass homo
I bag up waste, electrifyin', I'm prime-time
I slaughter a slime, I'm the greatest of all time
Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga
Pump slugs in your face, and dump that ass in the river
Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can
(SAY WHAT, SAY WHAT?!?!) I'm a baaad, baaad man!!
[Phife Dawg]
Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip
Punchin' out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips
The five-foot assassin has just raided your area
Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason I ain't hearin ya
(SO!) Roll out the red carpet cause I'm kickin' this
Vanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculous
Excuse my French, but profanity is all I knew
And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, F you too
And let it be known, I'm not the one to step to
You're better off calling D-Nice to your rescue
Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around
As for corny MCs, like Chuck D, I shut 'em down
The Artical Don of hip-hop and I won't stop
The five-foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop
So do like Michael Jackson and "Remember the Time" (DO YOU REMEMBER?)
Put on your dancin' shoes or somethin cause you sure can't rhyme
[Cut Monitor Milo]
(BIG UP, BIG UP!) Enter new identity
Next to say something cause you pass it to me
What does it take to check a technique?
(MANY STYLES, MANY STYLES!)
Hostile heat, brings bursts of energy
Milo in De Dance is the new identity
One two mic check, select for the ruffneck sect
Ten to one that I come CORRECT!
In my cyphers on blocks, I bring box to connect with knots
So I can grow dreadlocks
Maintain the rock (DON'T STOP THE ROCK)
Maintain the rock (DON'T STOP THE ROCK)
Kicking right inna your what's it not
I would rock longer but fair is fair
So C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeahhh!)
C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeahhh!)
[Charlie Brown]
Makin moves y'all (MOVES Y'ALL!) On and on and on
(CHECK IT, CHECK IT OUT!!) To the break of, break of dawn
(WHO'S THAT?!) Yes, one of the L.O.N.S
And a Tribe Called Quest (EAST COAST) to West
Remix mad kick, more than Metallica
Tall MCs fall like the Battlestar Galactica
Stampin', stompin', rompin' Compton
(PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD) I'm promptin (STYLE!)
Pick a style, any style, Strong Isle
Representation, sensationalization
"Scenario" for the radio, 'BLS and KISS, so
(HERE WE GO, YO!) Yeah
Force, Main Source LP on the rise
In living color we'll see seen through original eyes
And I'm out like shout, Ooh Ahh, Ooh Ahh
(OOH AHH, OOH AHH!) There it is baby pah
[Dinco D]
Lying limp on a limb, slim trim, D I am
There I am (THERE I AM!) don't run from a friend
Sight we be right, be polite for the mice
Like a like (SEE SICK, SEE SYKE)
And slip away, and off to the Poconos
Spot picked the clothes, Hype swing the pretty pose
Yamaha (AY-HA MAY!)
Let's split the funk, now it all spells (HEY!)
Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I'm with it
If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn't have quit it
Cause yo, my vocal status at Knight is like a Gladys
Bed rest, spread test, and yo I'm like the maddest
Male, not female, hail from Uniondale
Bounce the b-ball cause beats are being yelled
In the hallways always ringing with a HO!
This one two times nine on the Scenario
[Q-Tip]
Check it out, everybody, grabs the mics
Black mens gettin hip, DOIN WHAT THEY LIKE!
Eight black brothers in the public eye
If you listen very close, I will tell you why
(HOOD!) Phife, Milo, Dinco and C. Brown
Shaheed, myself, and Busta Bust Down
Will commence to rock (ROCK!) so bring on the flocks (FLOCKS!)
In-terrogation for the knockin of the box
The boom-box ruler, controls the medula
None come cooler, I win like Shula
So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her
Intensified mind, nine-blunt consumer
Tip will come booty (WELL IT'S ONLY A RUMOR!)
The meaning so deep that it starts brain tumors (TUMORS!)
Peace to Hood baby from the midnight crooner
Smoke 'em up later, if not then sooner
[Busta Rhymes]
Hey what we gon DOOO in ninety-TWO
Even though we had FUUUN in ninety-ONE
Wonderful my days, all things comin down
Run up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground
What's goin on my man? (GOD DAMN!) and now my brain is hurtin
Listen up, Busta, straight gon' hit 'em then I get 'em
Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'em
Open up your mouth if you want the food
To get rude, Flipmode, cause I'm in the mood
Ah-heh, ah-heh! Yeah man, that's how it goes
Body drippin with blood comin out your nose
Give me a Band-Aid, what are you askin for?
(MORE!) Only your sacred and pure
Adverse, Zig-Zag, check it came to bust a new rep
Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhyme
Yeah y'all in '92, I'm packin my roach spray, ANYWAY!
Ding-A-Ling - Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School
Mad brother when stealthy - RRRAAAOW RRAOW RRAOW!
To my dragon, baby, stop whining; I see my influence still shining
More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo
That's the Scenario!
WHO YA GOT?!?!?!?
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