Scenario (Remix)

[Busta Rhymes]<br>Here in 1992, we present..<br>the fabulous what`s the Scenario remix<br>Whereas there are seven MC`s<br>Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence<br>And he goes by the name of, uh... HOOD!<br><br>[Hood]<br>Check the vibe, walk that ass or get got<br>Eff it (shiiit!!) I lick buckshots<br>Hood, madman, I rip up stages<br>Lay down all your wages, I`m wild like Larry Davis<br>Extra, extra, pick up a clip<br>I`ll tear ass out the frame (HA!) and grab my dick (OHH!)<br>I`m a Rock`Em Sock`Em robot kid, I drop bombs<br>I`m rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty<br>I baseball bat a bastard, I`m bad news<br>I`m crazy and clever, cut those of crews<br>Death on the phono, my skills are polo<br>You say "oh no" you bitch ass homo<br>I bag up waste, electrifyin, I`m prime-time<br>I slaughter a slime, I`m the greatest of all time<br>Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga<br>Pump slugs in your face, and dump that ass in the river<br>Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can<br>(SAY WHAT, SAY WHAT?!?!) I`m a baaad, baaad man!!<br><br>[Phife Dawg]<br>Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip<br>Punchin out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips<br>The five-foot assassin has just raided your area<br>Your booty rhymes are wack and that`s the reason I ain`t hearin ya<br>(SO!) Roll out the red carpet cause I`m kickin this<br>Vanilla Ice platinum? That shit`s ridiculous<br>Excuse my French, but profanity is all I knew<br>And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, eff you too<br>And let it be known, I`m not the one to step to<br>You`re better off callin D-Nice "To Your Rescue"<br>Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around<br>As for corny MC`s, like Chuck D, I "Shut `Em Down"<br>The Artical Don of hip-hop and I won`t stop<br>The five-foot assassin has come to wreck `nuff shop<br>So do like Michael Jackson and "Remember the Time" (DO YOU REMEMBER?)<br>Put on your dancin shoes or somethin cause ya sho` can`t rhyme<br><br>[Cut Monitor Milo]<br>(BIG UP, BIG UP!) Into new identity<br>Next was said somethin that complies onto me<br>What does it take to check a technique? (MANY STYLES, MANY STYLES!)<br>Hostile heat, brings forth the energy<br>Milo in the dance is the new identity<br>One-two mic check, select for the ruffneck<br>Set 10 to 1 that I come CORRECT!<br>In my cyphers on blocks, I bring box to connect with knots<br>So I can grow dreadlocks<br>Maintain to rock (DON`T STOP THE ROCK)<br>Maintain to rock (DON`T STOP THE ROCK)<br>Kick it right, then not, E. Watt said not<br>I put my mug up, but fair is fair<br>So C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeahhh!)<br>C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeahhh!)<br><br>[Charlie Brown]<br>Makin moves y`all (MOVES Y`ALL!) On and on and on<br>(CHECK IT, CHECK IT OUT!!) To the break of, break of dawn<br>(WHO`S THAT?!) Guess, one of the L.O.N.S.<br>And a Tribe Called Quest (EAST COAST) to West<br>Remixed mad kick, more than Metallica<br>`Til all MC`s fall like the Battlestar Gallactic<br>Stampin, stompin, rompin Compton<br>(PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD) I`m promptin (STYLE!)<br>Pick a style, any style, Strong Isle<br>Representation, sensationalization<br>"Scenario" for the radio, `BLS and KISS, so<br>(HERE WE GO, YO!) Yeah<br>Force, Main Source LP on the rise<br>"In Living Color was" seen through original eyes<br>And I`m out like shout, Ooh Ahh, Ooh Ahh<br>(OOH AHH, OOH AHH!) There it is baby pah<br><br>[Dinco]<br>Lying limp on a limb, slim trim, D I am<br>There I am (THERE I AM!) don`t run from a friend<br>Sight we be right, be polite for the mice<br>like a like (SEE SICK, SEE SYKE)<br>And slip away, and off to the Poconos<br>Spot picked the clothes, Hype swing the pretty pose<br>Yamaha (HEY HA MAY!)<br>Let`s split the funk, now it all spells (HEY!)<br>Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I`m with it<br>If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn`t have quit it<br>Cause yo, my vocal status at Knight is like a Gladys<br>Bed rest, spread test, and yo I`m like the maddest<br>Male, not female, hail from Unidel<br>Bounce the b-ball cause beats are being yelled<br>In the hallways always ringing with a HO!<br>This one two times nine on the Scenario<br><br>[Q-Tip]<br>Check it out, everybody, grabs the mics<br>Black mens gettin hip, DOIN WHAT THEY LIKE!<br>Eight black brothers in the public eye<br>If you listen very close, I will tell you why<br>(HOOD!) Phife, Milo, Dinco and C. Brown<br>Shaheed, myself, and Busta Bust Down<br>Will commence to rock (ROCK!) so bring on the flocks (FLOCKS!)<br>In-terrogation for the knockin of the box<br>The boom-box ruler, controls the medula<br>None come cooler, I win like Shula<br>So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her<br>Intensified mind, nine-blunt consumer<br>Tip will come booty (WELL IT`S ONLY A RUMOR!)<br>The meaning so deep that it starts brain tumors (TUMORS!)<br>Peace to Hood baby from the midnight crooner<br>Smoke `em up later, if not then sooner<br><br>[Busta Rhymes]<br>Hey what we gon DOOO in ninety-TWO<br>Even though we had FUUUN in ninety-ONE<br>Wonderful my days, all things comin down<br>Run up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground<br>What`s goin on my man? (GOD DAMN!) and now my brain is hurtin<br>Listen up, Bust-up, straight gon` hit `em then I get `em<br>Rip on `em, shit on `em, hit on `em, then I will sit on `em<br>Open up your mouth if you want the food<br>To get rude, Flipmode, cause I`m in the mood<br>Ah-heh, ah-heh! Yeah man, that`s how it goes<br>Body drippin with blood comin out your nose<br>Give me a Band-Aid, what are you askin for?<br>(MORE!) Only your sacred and pure<br>Adverse, Zig-Zag, check it came to bust a new rep<br>Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhyme<br>Yeah y`all in `92, I`m packin my roach spray, ANYWAY!<br>Ding-A-Ling - Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School<br>Mad brother when stealthy - RRRAAAOW RRAOW RRAOW!<br>To my dragon, baby, stop whining; I see my influence still shining<br>More crazy in `92, uh oh, time to go, yo<br>That`s the Scenario!