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!