Lyrics Scenario - Remix - A Tribe Called Quest
Featuring
leaders
of
the
new
school,
hood
Busta
rhymes:
Here
in
1992,
we
present
the
fabulous
what's
the
scenario
remix
Where
as
there
are
7 mcs.
Six
which
are
in
physical
form,
one
which
is
in
spiritual
essence
And
he
goes
by
the
name
of,
uh...
hood!
Hood:
Check
the
vibe,
punk
that
ass
again,
god
'F'
it
(shiitt!)!
i
lay
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
that
ass
out
the
frame
(huh!)
And
grab
my
dick(oh!)
By
the
beats
that
i
bump,
i
kick
and
drop
bombs
I'm
rugged
and
deadly,
so
i
shit
on
the
petty
A
musical
badder
bastard,
i'm
bad
news
I'm
crazy
and
clever,
cut
holes
in
crews
Death
on
the
phono,
my
skills
are
dolo
You
say
'oh
no',
you
bitch
ass
homo
I
bag
up
waste,
electrifying,
i'm
primetime
I
slaughter
slime,
i'm
the
greatest
of
all
time
Sick
ass
brotha,
nasty
ass
nigga
Pump
slugs
in
your
face
and
jump
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
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
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
better
off
callin
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
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
styles,
many
styles!)
Hostile
heat
brings
forth
the
energy
Milo
in
the
dance
is
the
new
identity
One,
two
mic
check,
select
for
the
ruffneck
At
a
10
to
1 bet,
i
come
correct!
In
my
cyphers
are
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!)
Kick
it
right,
then
not,
e.
watt
said
not
I
put
my
mug
up,
so
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
(checka,
check
it
out!)
To
the
breaka,
breakadawn
(who's
that?!?)
Guess,
one
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
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
was
seen
through
original
eyes
And
i'm
out
like
shout,
ooh
ahh,
ooh
ahh
(Ooh
ahh,
ooh
ahh!)
there
it
is
baby
par
Dinco:
Vine,
limb
on
a
limb,
slim
chim
P
i
am,
there
i
am
(there
i
am!)
Don't
run
from
a
blim
Sight
be
be
right,
be
polite
for
mice
like
a
mike
See
sick,
see
syke
And
slip
away
and
off
to
the
poconos
Spot
bring
the
flows,
might
swing
the
fruity
poles
Yamaha
(yay-ha-may!)
Let's
split
the
funk,
now
it
all
spells
(hey!)
Enough,
enough,
misfitted
i'm
with
it
If
i
did
it,
i
would
split
it
and
probably
shouldn't
have
quit
Cuz
yo,
my
public
status
act
knight
like
gladys
Take
rest
space
tests
and
yo,
i'm
like
the
maddest
Male,
not
female,
hail
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
everybody,
rhymes
and
mics
Black
mens
gettin
hip,
doin
what
they
like!
Eight
black
brothas
in
the
public
eye
If
you
listen
very
close,
then
i'll
tell
you
why
Hood!,
phife,
milo,
dinco
and
c.
brown
Shaheed,
myself
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
cooler,
i
win
like
shula
So
bust
out
the
moves
as
you
start
to
pursue
her
Intensified
mind,
non
blunt
consumer
Tip
will
come
booty
(well,
it's
only
a
rumor!)
The
beat
is
so
sick,
that
it
starts
brain
tumors
(tumors!)
Peace
to
hood
baby
from
the
midnight
crooner
Smoke
him
up
later,
if
not,
then
sooner
Busta
rhymes:
Hey
what
we
gon
do!
in
'92,
even
though
we
had
fun!
in
'91
Quick
to
turn
my
day,
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
Busta,
rhythm
will
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
Take
in
full,
flipmode,
cuz
i'm
in
the
mood,
uh-heh,
uh-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!)
All
in
your
secret
and
pure
Adverse,
they
said,
check
it
and
i
bust
a
new
rap
Rap,
busta
rhymes,
and
bust
this
wicked
rap
Yeah
y'all
in
'92,
i'm
packin
my
ant
spray
(anyway!)
Tickle
it,
tribe
called
quest,
leaders
of
the
new
school
Mad
brothas
would
still
think...
rhow,
rhow,
rhow!
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!
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1 Pad & Pen
2 Oh My God - Remix
3 Scenario - Remix
4 Start It Up
5 Find a Way
6 Da Booty
7 Steppin' It Up
8 Steppin' It Up
9 Like It Like That
10 Common Ground (Get It Goin' On)
11 Common Ground (Get It Goin' On)
12 His Name Is Mutty Ranks
13 Give Me
14 Busta's Lament
15 Hot 4 U
16 Against The World
17 Against the World
18 The Love
19 Rock Rock Y'all
20 Money Maker
21 Hot Sex
22 Jazz (We've Got) - Re-Recording
23 One, Two, Shit
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