Busta Rhymes:
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Here in 1992, we present the fabulous what's the Scenario remix
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Where as there are 7 MCs.
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Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence
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And he goes by the name of, uh...HOOD!
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Hood:
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Check the rhyme, punk that ass again, god
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'F' it (SHIITT!!) ! I lay buckshots
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Hood, madman, I rip up stages
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Lay down in your wages, I'm wild like Larry Davis
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Extra, extra, pick up a clip. I'll tear (that) ass out the frame (HUH!)
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And grab my dick(OH!)
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I'm a rockem sockem robot,kid I drop bombs
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I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty
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I'm baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news
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I'm crazy and clever, cut does your crews
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Death on the phono, my skills are dolo
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You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo
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I bag up waste, electrifying, I'm primetime
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I slaughter slime, I'm the greatest of all time
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Sick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga
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Pump slugs in your face and dump that ass in the river
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Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can (SAY WHAT, SAY WHAT!!!)
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I'm a bad, bad man
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Phife:
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Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip
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Punchin out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips
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The 5 foot assassin has just raided your area
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Your cutty rhymes are wack and that's the reason I ain't hearin ya (SO!)
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Pull out the red carpet cuz I'm gettin this
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Vanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculous
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Excuse my Fresh, but profanity is all I knew
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And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, 'F' you too
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And let it be known, I'm not the one to step to
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You better off callin D-Nice to your rescue
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Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around
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As for corny MCs, like Chuck D, I 'Shut 'Em Down'
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The Artical Don of hip-hop and I won't stop
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The 5 foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop
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So do like Michael Jackson and 'Remember the TIme'(DO YOU REMEMBER?)
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Put on your dancin chose or somethin sho' can't rhyme
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Milo:
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(BIG UP BIG UP!) Into new eternity
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Next who said somethin that complies hot on me
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What does it take to check a technique (MANY STYLES, MANY STYLES!)
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Hostile heat brings forth the energy
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Milo in the dance is the new alternative
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One, two mic check, select for the ruffneck set
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10 to 1 bet, I come CORRECT!
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In my cyphers are blocks, I bring box to connect with knots
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So I can grow dreadlocks
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Maintain the rock DON'T STOP THE ROCK!!!)
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Maintain the rock (DON'T STOP THE ROCK!!!)
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Kick it right, then not, E. Watt said not
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I would rock longer but fair is fair
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So C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeah!)
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C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeah!)
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Charlie Brown:
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Makin moves y'all (MOVES Y'ALL!)
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On and on and on (CHECKA, CHECK IT OUT!!!)
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To the breaka, breakadawn (WHO'S THAT?!?)
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Just, one of the LONS and A Tribe Called Quest
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(EAST COAST!) to West
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Remixed mad kick more than Metallica
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Tall emcees for like the Battlestar Gallactica
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Stampin, stompin, rompin Compton
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(PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD!!!) I'm promptin (STYLE!)
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Pick a style, any style, Strong Isle
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Representation, sensationalization
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Scenario for the radio, BLS and KISS, so
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(HERE WE GO, YO!) Yeah
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Force, Main Source LP on the rise
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In Living Color was seen through original eyes
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And I'm out like shout, Ooh Ahh, Ooh Ahh
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(OOH AHH, OOH AHH!) There it is baby par
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Dinco:
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Vine, limb on a limb, slim trim
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P I M, there I am (THERE I AM!)
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Don't run from a blim
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Sight be be right, be polite for my mice like a Mike
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SEE SICK, SEE SYKE
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And slip away and off to the Poconos
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Spot pick the flows, mike swing a pretty pose
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Yamaha (YAY-HA-MAY!)
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Let's split the funk, now it all sounds (HEY!)
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And nuff enough, misfitted I'm with it
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If I did it, I was blitted and probably shouldn't have quit
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Cuz yo, my corporate status at Knight like Gladys
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bed rest spread tests and yo, I'm like the maddest
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Male, not female, hail from Uniondale
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Bounce the b-ball cuz beats are bein yelled
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In the hallway is always draggin with a HO!
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This is my 2 times 9 on the Scenario
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Q-Tip:
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Check it out everybody, rhymes and mics
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Black mens gettin loot, DOIN WHAT THEY LIKE!
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Eight black brothas in the public eye
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If you listen very close, I will tell you why
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HOOD!, Phife, Milo, Dinco and C. Brown
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Shaheed, myself and Busta Bust Brown
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Will commence to rock (ROCK!), so bring on the flocks (FLOCKS!)
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Interrogation for the knockin out the box
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The boom-box ruler controls the medula
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None come cooler, I win like Shula
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So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her
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Intensified mind, non blunt consumer
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Tip will come booty (WELL, IT'S ONLY A RUMOR!)
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The meaning so deep, that it starts brain tumors (TUMORS!)
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Peace to Hood baby from the midnight crooner
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Smoke him up later, if not, then sooner
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Busta Rhymes:
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Hey what we gon DO! in '92, even though we had FUN! in '91
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Quick to fill my day, earn beans comin down
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from the from the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground
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What's goin on my man (GOD DAMN!) and now my brain is hurtin
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It's enough, Busta, rhythm will hit 'em, then I get 'em
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Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'em
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Open up your mouth if you want the food
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So get loot, Flipmode, cuz I'm in the mood, Uh-heh, uh-heh
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Yeah man, that's how it goes
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Body drippin of top blood comin out your nose
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Give me your band-aid, what are you askin for? (MORE!)
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All in your secret and pure
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Adverse, they said, check it and I bust a new rap
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Rhymes, Busta Rhymes, and bust this wicked rhymes
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Yeah y'all in '92, I'm packin my roach spray (ANYWAY!)
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Tickle it, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School
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Mad brothas would still think...Rhow, Rhow, Rhow!!!
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To my dragon, baby, stop whining
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I see my influence still shining
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More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo
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That's the Scenario!
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Scenario (Remix)
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| A Tribe Called Quest |
