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Scenario [lp version]

[Chorus: tribe and l.o.n.s.]
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario

[Phife]
Hey yo bo knows this (what?) and bo knows that (what?)
But bo don't know jack, cause bo can't rap
Well what you know, the di-dawg, is first up to bat
No batteries included, and no strings attached
No holds barred, no time for move faking
Got's to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon
Brothers front, they say the tribe can't flow
But we've been known to do the impossible like broadway Joe so
Sleep if you want, like we'll help you get your z's troop
But here's the real scoop
I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome
Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from
I'm vexed, fuming, I've had it up to here
My days of paying dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (yeah)
Head for the border, go get a taco
I'll be wrecking from the jump street, meaning from the get-go
Sit back relax and let yourself go
Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know

[Charlie Brown]
Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!)
Who got the vibe it's the tribe y'all (tribe y'all!)
Real live y'all (live y'all!)
Inside outside come around (who's that??) brown
Some may, I say, call me charlie
The word is the herb and I'm deep like bob marley
Layback on the payback, (evolve rotate the gates?) contact!
Can I get a hit? (hit!)
Boom bip with a brother named tip and we're ready to flip
East coast stomping, ripping and romping
New york, north cak-a-laka, and Compton
Checka-checka-check it out!
The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce
And wow how now wow how now brown cow
We're ill till the skill gets down
For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new
But the rest are doo-doo
From radio, to the video, to Arsenio
Tell me! yo, what's the scenario

[Dinco D]
(true blue!) scooby doo, whoopie doo
Scenario's ready yo, rates more than four
Scores for the snores that's loving dance floors
Now I go for mine, (shades of g sure?)
Ship-shape plus grape apes to play tapes
Papes make grapes great for the waist
I'm an l-ah, an e-ader, simply just a leader
Bass in his face means peace see ya later
Later?(later!) later alligator
Pop blows the weasel and my earth the inflater
So yo the d what the o, incorporated I-n-see into a flow
Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight
Laugh yo how's that sound (oh!)

[Q-tip, Busta Rhymes]
It's the leader quest vision and we got the goods here (here!)
Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!)
I could give a damn about a ill subliminal
Stay away from crime cause I ain't no criminal
I love my young nation, groovy sensation
No time for hibernation, only elation
Don't ever try to test, yo what up little kid?
Yo Mr. Busta rhymes, tell him what I did

I heard you rushed and rushed, and attacked
Then baby puked then you had to smack
Causing rambunction, throughout the sphere
Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear

You know I did it
So don't violate or you get violated
The hip-hop sound is well agitated
Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego
So here's Busta Rhymes with the, scenario

[Busta Rhymes]
Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind
Powerful impact boom! from the cannon
Not bragging, try to read my mind just imagine
Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary
When digging into my library
Oh my gosh! oh my gosh!
Eating a yea toadstool like the one peter tosh-a
Alone with the track man
Pardon me, uhh, as I come back
As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon
When I travel to the sun I roll with the squadron
Like a dungeon dragon
Change your little drawers cause your pants are sagging
Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban
And had you smelling right, like some old stale urine
Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken
The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kicking
Yo, busting out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme
The rhythm is in sync the rhymes are on time (time!)
Ripping up this dance just like a radio
Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!

[Chorus]

Yeah, my man motherfucker!

[Chorus]

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[Chorus: tribe and l.o.n.s.]
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario

[Phife]
Hey yo bo knows this (what?) and bo knows that (what?)
But bo don't know jack, cause bo can't rap
Well what you know, the di-dawg, is first up to bat
No batteries included, and no strings attached
No holds barred, no time for move faking
Got's to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon
Brothers front, they say the tribe can't flow
But we've been known to do the impossible like broadway Joe so
Sleep if you want, like we'll help you get your z's troop
But here's the real scoop
I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome
Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from
I'm vexed, fuming, I've had it up to here
My days of paying dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (yeah)
Head for the border, go get a taco
I'll be wrecking from the jump street, meaning from the get-go
Sit back relax and let yourself go
Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know

[Charlie Brown]
Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!)
Who got the vibe it's the tribe y'all (tribe y'all!)
Real live y'all (live y'all!)
Inside outside come around (who's that??) brown
Some may, I say, call me charlie
The word is the herb and I'm deep like bob marley
Layback on the payback, (evolve rotate the gates?) contact!
Can I get a hit? (hit!)
Boom bip with a brother named tip and we're ready to flip
East coast stomping, ripping and romping
New york, north cak-a-laka, and Compton
Checka-checka-check it out!
The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce
And wow how now wow how now brown cow
We're ill till the skill gets down
For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new
But the rest are doo-doo
From radio, to the video, to Arsenio
Tell me! yo, what's the scenario

[Dinco D]
(true blue!) scooby doo, whoopie doo
Scenario's ready yo, rates more than four
Scores for the snores that's loving dance floors
Now I go for mine, (shades of g sure?)
Ship-shape plus grape apes to play tapes
Papes make grapes great for the waist
I'm an l-ah, an e-ader, simply just a leader
Bass in his face means peace see ya later
Later?(later!) later alligator
Pop blows the weasel and my earth the inflater
So yo the d what the o, incorporated I-n-see into a flow
Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight
Laugh yo how's that sound (oh!)

[Q-tip, Busta Rhymes]
It's the leader quest vision and we got the goods here (here!)
Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!)
I could give a damn about a ill subliminal
Stay away from crime cause I ain't no criminal
I love my young nation, groovy sensation
No time for hibernation, only elation
Don't ever try to test, yo what up little kid?
Yo Mr. Busta rhymes, tell him what I did

I heard you rushed and rushed, and attacked
Then baby puked then you had to smack
Causing rambunction, throughout the sphere
Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear

You know I did it
So don't violate or you get violated
The hip-hop sound is well agitated
Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego
So here's Busta Rhymes with the, scenario

[Busta Rhymes]
Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind
Powerful impact boom! from the cannon
Not bragging, try to read my mind just imagine
Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary
When digging into my library
Oh my gosh! oh my gosh!
Eating a yea toadstool like the one peter tosh-a
Alone with the track man
Pardon me, uhh, as I come back
As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon
When I travel to the sun I roll with the squadron
Like a dungeon dragon
Change your little drawers cause your pants are sagging
Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban
And had you smelling right, like some old stale urine
Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken
The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kicking
Yo, busting out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme
The rhythm is in sync the rhymes are on time (time!)
Ripping up this dance just like a radio
Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!

[Chorus]

Yeah, my man motherfucker!

[Chorus]