Scenario - Remix

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!
 
 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!
 
 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!