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A Tribe Called Quest
Busta rhymes:
Here in 1992we present the fabulous what’s the scenario remix
Where as there are 7 mcs.
Six which are in physical formone which is in spiritual essence
And he goes by the name ofuh...hood!
Hood:
Check the vibepunk that ass againgod
’f’ it (shiitt!!)! I lay buckshots
HoodmadmanI rip up stages
Lay down your wagesI’m wild like larry davis
Extraextrapick up a clip. I’ll tear that ass out the frame (huh!)
And grab my dick(oh!)
By the beats that I bumpI kick and drop bombs
I’m rugged and deadlyso I shit on the petty
A musical badder bastardI’m bad news
I’m crazy and clevercut holes in crews
Death on the phonomy skills are dolo
You say ’oh no’you bitch ass homo
I bag up wasteelectrifyingI’m primetime
I slaughter slimeI’m the greatest of all time
Sick ass brothanasty ass nigga
Pump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the river
Two tears in a bucketfuck itkick the can (say whatsay what!!!)
I’m a badbad man
Phife:
Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip
Punchin out hits like gladys knight and the pips
The 5 foot assassin has just raided your area
Your booty rhymes are wack and that’s the reason why I’m hearin ya (so!)
Pull out the red carpet cuz I’m kickin this
Vanilla ice platinum? that shit’s ridiculous
Excuse my frenchbut profanity is all I knew
And to you other selloutsoh yeah’f’ you too
And let it be knownI’m not the one to step to
You better off callin d-nice to your rescue
Freestyle fanaticprobably the best around
As for corny mcslike chuck dI ’shut ’em down’
The artical don of hip-hop and I won’t stop
The 5 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 cuz you sho’ can’t rhyme
Milo:
(big up big up!) into new eternity
Next was said somethin that complies onto me
What does it take to check a technique (many stylesmany styles!)
Hostile heat brings forth the energy
Milo in the dance is the new identity
Onetwo mic checkselect for the ruffneck
At a 10 to 1 betI come correct!
In my cyphers are blocksI 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!!!)
Kick it rightthen note. watt said not
I put my mug upso fair is fair
So c. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)
C. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)
Charlie brown:
Makin moves y’all (moves y’all!)
On and on and on (checkacheck it out!!!)
To the breakabreakadawn (who’s that?!? )
Guessone of the lons and a tribe called quest
(east coast!) to west
Remixed mad kick more than metallica
To all ends like the battlestar gallactica
Stampinstompinrompin compton
(people all over the world!!!) I’m promptin (style!)
Pick a styleany stylestrong isle
Representationsensationalization
Scenario for the radiobls and kissso
(here we goyo!) yeah
Forcemain source lp on the rise
In living color was seen through original eyes
And I’m out like shoutooh ahhooh ahh
(ooh ahhooh ahh!) there it is baby par
Dinco:
Vinelimb on a limbslim chim
P I amthere I am (there I am!)
Don’t run from a blim
Sight be be rightbe polite for mice like a mike
See sicksee syke
And slip away and off to the poconos
Spot bring the flowsmight swing the fruity poles
Yamaha (yay-ha-may!)
Let’s split the funknow it all spells (hey!)
Enoughenoughmisfitted I’m with it
If I did itI would split it and probably shouldn’t have quit
Cuz yomy public status act knight like gladys
Take rest space tests and yoI’m like the maddest
Malenot femalehail from unidel
Bounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelled
In the hallway always ringin with a ho!
This is my 2 times 9 on the scenario
Q-tip:
Check it out everybodyrhymes and mics
Black mens gettin hipdoin what they like!
Eight black brothas in the public eye
If you listen very closethen I’ll tell you why
Hood!phifemilodinco and c. brown
Shaheedmyself and busta bust brown
Will commence to rock (rock!)so bring on the flocks (flocks!)
Interrogation for the knockin of the box
The boom-box ruler controls the medula
None come coolerI win like shula
So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her
Intensified mindnon blunt consumer
Tip will come booty (wellit’s only a rumor!)
The beat is so sickthat it starts brain tumors (tumors!)
Peace to hood baby from the midnight crooner
Smoke him up laterif notthen sooner
Busta rhymes:
Hey what we gon do! in ’92even though we had fun! in ’91
Quick to turn my dayall things comin down
Run up on the new soundleavin cracks in the ground
What’s goin on my man (God damn!) and now my brain is hurtin
Bustarhythm will hit ’emthen I get ’em
Rip on ’emshit on ’emhit on ’emthen I will sit on ’em
Open up your mouth if you want the food
Take in fullflipmodecuz I’m in the mooduh-hehuh-heh
Yeah manthat’s how it goes
Body drippin with blood comin out your nose
Give me a band-aidwhat are you askin for? (more!)
All in your secret and pure
Adversethey saidcheck it and I bust a new rap
Rapbusta rhymesand bust this wicked rap
Yeah y’all in ’92I’m packin my ant spray (anyway!)
Tickle ittribe called questleaders of the new school
Mad brothas would still think...rhowrhowrhow!!!
To my dragonbabystop whining
I see my influence still shining
More crazy in ’92uh ohtime to goyo
That’s the scenario!
Here in 1992we present the fabulous what’s the scenario remix
Where as there are 7 mcs.
Six which are in physical formone which is in spiritual essence
And he goes by the name ofuh...hood!
Hood:
Check the vibepunk that ass againgod
’f’ it (shiitt!!)! I lay buckshots
HoodmadmanI rip up stages
Lay down your wagesI’m wild like larry davis
Extraextrapick up a clip. I’ll tear that ass out the frame (huh!)
And grab my dick(oh!)
By the beats that I bumpI kick and drop bombs
I’m rugged and deadlyso I shit on the petty
A musical badder bastardI’m bad news
I’m crazy and clevercut holes in crews
Death on the phonomy skills are dolo
You say ’oh no’you bitch ass homo
I bag up wasteelectrifyingI’m primetime
I slaughter slimeI’m the greatest of all time
Sick ass brothanasty ass nigga
Pump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the river
Two tears in a bucketfuck itkick the can (say whatsay what!!!)
I’m a badbad man
Phife:
Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip
Punchin out hits like gladys knight and the pips
The 5 foot assassin has just raided your area
Your booty rhymes are wack and that’s the reason why I’m hearin ya (so!)
Pull out the red carpet cuz I’m kickin this
Vanilla ice platinum? that shit’s ridiculous
Excuse my frenchbut profanity is all I knew
And to you other selloutsoh yeah’f’ you too
And let it be knownI’m not the one to step to
You better off callin d-nice to your rescue
Freestyle fanaticprobably the best around
As for corny mcslike chuck dI ’shut ’em down’
The artical don of hip-hop and I won’t stop
The 5 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 cuz you sho’ can’t rhyme
Milo:
(big up big up!) into new eternity
Next was said somethin that complies onto me
What does it take to check a technique (many stylesmany styles!)
Hostile heat brings forth the energy
Milo in the dance is the new identity
Onetwo mic checkselect for the ruffneck
At a 10 to 1 betI come correct!
In my cyphers are blocksI 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!!!)
Kick it rightthen note. watt said not
I put my mug upso fair is fair
So c. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)
C. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)
Charlie brown:
Makin moves y’all (moves y’all!)
On and on and on (checkacheck it out!!!)
To the breakabreakadawn (who’s that?!? )
Guessone of the lons and a tribe called quest
(east coast!) to west
Remixed mad kick more than metallica
To all ends like the battlestar gallactica
Stampinstompinrompin compton
(people all over the world!!!) I’m promptin (style!)
Pick a styleany stylestrong isle
Representationsensationalization
Scenario for the radiobls and kissso
(here we goyo!) yeah
Forcemain source lp on the rise
In living color was seen through original eyes
And I’m out like shoutooh ahhooh ahh
(ooh ahhooh ahh!) there it is baby par
Dinco:
Vinelimb on a limbslim chim
P I amthere I am (there I am!)
Don’t run from a blim
Sight be be rightbe polite for mice like a mike
See sicksee syke
And slip away and off to the poconos
Spot bring the flowsmight swing the fruity poles
Yamaha (yay-ha-may!)
Let’s split the funknow it all spells (hey!)
Enoughenoughmisfitted I’m with it
If I did itI would split it and probably shouldn’t have quit
Cuz yomy public status act knight like gladys
Take rest space tests and yoI’m like the maddest
Malenot femalehail from unidel
Bounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelled
In the hallway always ringin with a ho!
This is my 2 times 9 on the scenario
Q-tip:
Check it out everybodyrhymes and mics
Black mens gettin hipdoin what they like!
Eight black brothas in the public eye
If you listen very closethen I’ll tell you why
Hood!phifemilodinco and c. brown
Shaheedmyself and busta bust brown
Will commence to rock (rock!)so bring on the flocks (flocks!)
Interrogation for the knockin of the box
The boom-box ruler controls the medula
None come coolerI win like shula
So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her
Intensified mindnon blunt consumer
Tip will come booty (wellit’s only a rumor!)
The beat is so sickthat it starts brain tumors (tumors!)
Peace to hood baby from the midnight crooner
Smoke him up laterif notthen sooner
Busta rhymes:
Hey what we gon do! in ’92even though we had fun! in ’91
Quick to turn my dayall things comin down
Run up on the new soundleavin cracks in the ground
What’s goin on my man (God damn!) and now my brain is hurtin
Bustarhythm will hit ’emthen I get ’em
Rip on ’emshit on ’emhit on ’emthen I will sit on ’em
Open up your mouth if you want the food
Take in fullflipmodecuz I’m in the mooduh-hehuh-heh
Yeah manthat’s how it goes
Body drippin with blood comin out your nose
Give me a band-aidwhat are you askin for? (more!)
All in your secret and pure
Adversethey saidcheck it and I bust a new rap
Rapbusta rhymesand bust this wicked rap
Yeah y’all in ’92I’m packin my ant spray (anyway!)
Tickle ittribe called questleaders of the new school
Mad brothas would still think...rhowrhowrhow!!!
To my dragonbabystop whining
I see my influence still shining
More crazy in ’92uh ohtime to goyo
That’s the scenario!
