Scenario (Remix)

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 Uniondale

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!