[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!
[Hood]
Check the vibe, walk that ass or get got
Eff it (shiiit!!) I lick buckshots
Hood, madman, I rip up stages
Lay down all 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 those of crews
Death on the phono, my skills are polo
You say oh no you bitch ass homo
I bag up waste, electrifyin, I`m prime-time
I slaughter a 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 baaad, baaad man!!
[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 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, eff 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 ya sho` can`t rhyme
[Cut Monitor Milo]
(BIG UP, BIG UP!) Into new identity
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 that I come CORRECT!
In my cyphers on blocks, I bring box to connect with knots
So I can grow dreadlocks
Maintain to rock (DON`T STOP THE ROCK)
Maintain to rock (DON`T STOP THE ROCK)
Kick it right, then not, E. Watt said not
I put my mug up, but fair is fair
So C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeahhh!)
C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeahhh!)
[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?!) Guess, one of the L.O.N.S.
And a Tribe Called Quest (EAST COAST) to West
Remixed mad kick, more than Metallica
`Til all MC`s fall like the Battlestar Gallactic
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 pah
[Dinco]
Lying limp on a limb, slim trim, D I am
There I am (THERE I AM!) don`t run from a friend
Sight we be right, be polite for the mice
like a like (SEE SICK, SEE SYKE)
And slip away, and off to the Poconos
Spot picked the clothes, Hype swing the pretty pose
Yamaha (HEY HA MAY!)
Let`s split the funk, now it all spells (HEY!)
Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I`m with it
If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn`t have quit it
Cause yo, my vocal status at Knight is like a Gladys
Bed rest, spread test, and yo I`m like the maddest
Male, not female, hail from Unidel
Bounce the b-ball cause beats are being yelled
In the hallways always ringing with a HO!
This one two times nine on the Scenario
[Q-Tip]
Check it out, everybody, grabs the mics
Black mens gettin hip, 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 (FLOCKS!)
In-terrogation 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, nine-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 `em up later, if not then sooner
[Busta Rhymes]
Hey what we gon DOOO in ninety-TWO
Even though we had FUUUN in ninety-ONE
Wonderful my days, 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
Listen up, Bust-up, straight gon` 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
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 came to bust a new rep
Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhyme
Yeah y`all in `92, I`m packin my roach spray, ANYWAY!
Ding-A-Ling - Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School
Mad brother when stealthy - RRRAAAOW RRAOW RRAOW!
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!
