A Tribe Called Quest — Scenario Remix

[Intro: 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, one which is in spiritual essence And he goes by the name of, uh... HOOD! [Verse 1: Kid Hood] Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (Shiittt!) 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 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 bad, bad man! [Verse 2: 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 gettin' 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 callin' D-Nice to your rescue Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around As for corny MC's, 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 [Verse 3: Cut Monitor Milo] (Big up! Big up!) Enter new identity Next to say somethin' '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 ruffnecks that tend to wander, 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!) Kickin' right inna your what's it not I could rock longer, but fair is fair So C. Brown, are we in the clear? (Yeahhh!) C. Brown, are we in the clear? (Yeahhh!) [Verse 4: 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?!) Just one of the L.O.N.S And A Tribe Called Quest (East coast!) to West Remix mad kick, more than Metallica To all MC's 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!) Yeaaah! Force, Main Source LP on the rise In livin' color, let's see through original eyes And I'm out like shout, ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh! (Ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh!) There it is, baby pah! [Verse 5: Dinco D] Flyin' in on a limb, slim trim, D I am There I am (There I am!) Don't run from a grim Sike! We be right, be polite for my mics Like I'm 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 flip the funk, now it all spells (Hey!) Enough, enough, Ms. Fitted, I'm wit' it If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn't have quit it 'Cause yo, my vocal status at Knight's like the 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 bein' yelled In the hallways, always ringin' with a (Ho!) This is my two-times-nine on the Scenario [Verse 6: Q-Tip] Check it out, everybody — rhymes and mics Black mens gettin' loot (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 (Flock!) Interrogation for the knockin' of the box The boom-box ruler controls the medulla None come cooler, I win like Shula So bust out the move as you start to pursue her Intensified mind, non-blunt consumer Tip will come booty (Well, it's only a rumor!) The meaning's so deep that it starts brain tumors (Tumors!) Peace to Hood, baby, from the midnight crooner Smoke 'em up later, if not then sooner [Verse 7: Busta Rhymes] Hey! What we gon' do (Dooo) in '92? Even though we had fun (Fuuun) in '91 Wonderful my days, herb dream comin' down Ponna ponna! New sound leavin' cracks in the ground What's goin on, my man? Goddamn! And now my brain is hurtin' Listen up — Busta, rhythm will hit 'em then I get 'em Flip 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 and the Busta new rap Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhymes Yeah y'all, in '92, I'm packin' my roach spray (Anyway!) Take a lick, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School Mad brother when stealthy RRRAAAOW, RRAOW, RRAOW! To my dragon, baby, stop whinin' I see my influence still shinin' More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo That's the Scenario!