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[Chorus: tribe and l.o.n.s.]Here we go yo, here we go yoSo what so what so what's the scenarioHere we go yo, here we go yoSo 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 rapWell what you know, the di-dawg, is first up to batNo batteries included, and no strings attachedNo holds barred, no time for move fakingGot's to get the loot so I can bring home the baconBrothers front, they say the tribe can't flowBut we've been known to do the impossible like broadway Joe soSleep if you want, like we'll help you get your z's troopBut here's the real scoopI'm all that and then some, short dark and handsomeBust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come fromI'm vexed, fuming, I've had it up to hereMy days of paying dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (yeah)Head for the border, go get a tacoSongtexteI'll be wrecking from the jump street, meaning from the get-goSit back relax and let yourself goDon'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??) brownSome may, I say, call me charlieThe word is the herb and I'm deep like bob marleyLayback 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 flipEast coast stomping, ripping and rompingNew york, north cak-a-laka, and ComptonChecka-checka-check it out!The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounceAnd wow how now wow how now brown cowWe're ill till the skill gets downFor the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the newBut the rest are doo-dooFrom radio, to the video, to ArsenioTell me! yo, what's the scenario[Dinco D](true blue!) scooby doo, whoopie dooScenario's ready yo, rates more than fourScores for the snores that's loving dance floorsNow I go for mine, (shades of g sure?)Ship-shape plus grape apes to play tapesPapes make grapes great for the waistI'm an l-ah, an e-ader, simply just a leaderBass in his face means peace see ya laterLater?(later!) later alligatorPop blows the weasel and my earth the inflaterSo yo the d what the o, incorporated I-n-see into a flowFunk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fightLaugh 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 subliminalStay away from crime cause I ain't no criminalI love my young nation, groovy sensationNo time for hibernation, only elationDon't ever try to test, yo what up little kid?Yo Mr. Busta rhymes, tell him what I didI heard you rushed and rushed, and attackedThen baby puked then you had to smackCausing rambunction, throughout the sphereRaise the levels of the boom, inside the earYou know I did itSo don't violate or you get violatedThe hip-hop sound is well agitatedWon't ever waste no time on the played out egoSo here's Busta Rhymes with the, scenario[Busta Rhymes]Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mindHeel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewindPowerful impact boom! from the cannonNot bragging, try to read my mind just imagineVo-cab-u-lary's necessaryWhen digging into my libraryOh my gosh! oh my gosh!Eating a yea toadstool like the one peter tosh-aAlone with the track manPardon me, uhh, as I come backAs I did it yo I heard you beg your pardonWhen I travel to the sun I roll with the squadronLike a dungeon dragonChange your little drawers cause your pants are saggingTry to step to this, I will, fits you in a turbanAnd had you smelling right, like some old stale urineCheckady-choco, the chocolate chickenThe rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickingYo, busting out before the Busta bust a nut the rhymeThe rhythm is in sync the rhymes are on time (time!)Ripping up this dance just like a radioObserve the vibe and check out the scenario![Chorus]Yeah, my man motherfucker![Chorus]
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"Scenario [LP Version]" as written by Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Malik Izaak Taylor, Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad, Bryan Higgins, James Jackson, Trevor Smith, Leroy Bonner, Marshall E. Jones, Norman B. Napier, Ralph Middlebrooks, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Marv Pierce
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