A Tribe Called Quest Lyrics

Album: Love Movement

Scenario (Remix) Lyrics

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!