Scenario (Remix)

Scenario (Remix) - A Tribe Called Quest

Here in 1992 we present the fabulos 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

Check the vibe walk that a** or get got

Eff it 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 a** out the frame and grab my dick

I'm a Rock 'em Sock 'em robot kid I drop bombs

I'm rugged and deadly so I sh*t 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 b**ch a** homo

I bag up waste electrifyin' I'm prime-time

I slaughter a slime I'm the greatest of all time

Sick-a** brother nasty-a** ni**a

Pump slugs in your face and dump that a** in the river

Two tears in a bucket f**k it kick the can

Say what Say what I'm a bad bad man

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 sh*t'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"

Put on your dancin' shoes or somethin' 'cause ya sho' can't rhyme

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 Yeah

C Brown are we in the clear Yeah

Makin' moves y'all moves y'all on and on and on

Check it out 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'

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 there it is baby pah

Lying limp on a limb slim trim D 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

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 so bring on the 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

Peace to Hood baby from the midnight crooner

Smoke 'em up later if not then sooner

Hey what we gon' do in ninety-two

Even though we had fun 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 sh*t 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

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