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Scenario (Remix) Lyrics Artist(Band):A Tribe Called Quest
Scenario (Remix) Lyrics 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!) I'm a rockem sockem robot,kid I drop bombs I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty I'll baseball bat a 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 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 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 I ain't hearin ya (SO!) Pull out the red carpet cuz 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 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 set 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 would rock longer but 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?!?) Just, one of the LONS and A Tribe Called Quest (EAST COAST!) to West Remixed mad kick more than Metallica Tall emcees 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 trim P I M, 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 pick the flows, might swing a pretty pose Yamaha (YAY-HA-MAY!) Let's split the funk, now it all sounds (HEY!) Enough, enough, misfitted I'm with it If I did it, I was blitted and probably shouldn't have quit Cuz yo, my corporate status at Knight like Gladys bed rest spread tests and yo, I'm like the maddest Male, not female, hail from Uniondale Bounce the b-ball 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, I will 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 out 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 meaning so deep, 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 fill my day, earn beans comin down from the from the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground What's goin on my man (GOD DAMN!) and now my brain is hurtin It's enough, 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 Rhymes, Busta Rhymes, and bust this wicked rhymes Yeah y'all in '92, I'm packin my roach 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! If you find some error in 2nd Self Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Visitors interested in A Tribe Called Quest Lyrics may also interested in: |
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