Artist: A Tribe Called Quest f/ Leaders of the New School, Hood Album: Scenario 12" / The Love Movement Song: Scenario (Remix) Typed by: OHHLA.com [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!