Lirik Lagu Scenario (Remix) - Leaders Of The New School
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Busta Rhymes:
Here in 1992, we present the fabulous what's the Scenario remixWhere as there are 7 MCs.Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essenceAnd he goes by the name of, uh...HOOD!
Hood:
Check the vibe, punk that ass again, god'F' it (SHIITT!!) ! I lay buckshotsHood, madman, I rip up stagesLay down your wages, I'm wild like Larry DavisExtra, 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 bombsI'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the pettyA musical badder bastard, I'm bad newsI'm crazy and clever, cut holes in crewsDeath on the phono, my skills are doloYou say 'oh no', you bitch ass homoI bag up waste, electrifying, I'm primetimeI slaughter slime, I'm the greatest of all timeSick ass brotha, nasty ass niggaPump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the riverTwo 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 lipPunchin out hits like Gladys Knight and the PipsThe 5 foot assassin has just raided your areaYour booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason why I'm hearin ya (SO!)Pull out the red carpet cuz I'm kickin thisVanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculousExcuse my French, but profanity is all I knewAnd to you other sellouts, oh yeah, 'F' you tooAnd let it be known, I'm not the one to step toYou better off callin D-Nice to your rescueFreestyle fanatic, probably the best aroundAs for corny MCs, like Chuck D, I 'Shut 'Em Down'The Artical Don of hip-hop and I won't stopThe 5 foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shopSo 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 eternityNext was said somethin that complies onto meWhat does it take to check a technique (MANY STYLES, MANY STYLES!)Hostile heat brings forth the energyMilo in the dance is the new identityOne, two mic check, select for the ruffneckAt a 10 to 1 bet, I come CORRECT!In my cyphers are blocks, I bring box to connect with knotsSo I can grow dreadlocksMaintain the rock DON'T STOP THE ROCK!!!)Maintain the rock (DON'T STOP THE ROCK!!!)Kick it right, then not, E. Watt said notI put my mug up, so fair is fairSo 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 WestRemixed mad kick more than MetallicaTo all ends like the Battlestar GallacticaStampin, stompin, rompin Compton(PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD!!!) I'm promptin (STYLE!)Pick a style, any style, Strong IsleRepresentation, sensationalizationScenario for the radio, BLS and KISS, so(HERE WE GO, YO!) YeahForce, Main Source LP on the riseIn Living Color was seen through original eyesAnd 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 chimP I am, there I am (THERE I AM!)Don't run from a blimSight be be right, be polite for mice like a MikeSEE SICK, SEE SYKEAnd slip away and off to the PoconosSpot bring the flows, might swing the fruity polesYamaha (YAY-HA-MAY!)Let's split the funk, now it all spells (HEY!)Enough, enough, misfitted I'm with itIf I did it, I would split it and probably shouldn't have quitCuz yo, my public status act Knight like GladysTake rest space tests and yo, I'm like the maddestMale, not female, hail from UnidelBounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelledIn the hallway always ringin with a HO!This is my 2 times 9 on the Scenario
Q-Tip:
Check it out everybody, rhymes and micsBlack mens gettin hip, DOIN WHAT THEY LIKE!Eight black brothas in the public eyeIf you listen very close, then I'll tell you whyHOOD!, Phife, Milo, Dinco and C. BrownShaheed, myself and Busta Bust BrownWill commence to rock (ROCK!), so bring on the flocks (FLOCKS!)Interrogation for the knockin of the boxThe boom-box ruler controls the medulaNone come cooler, I win like ShulaSo bust out the moves as you start to pursue herIntensified mind, non blunt consumerTip 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 croonerSmoke him up later, if not, then sooner
Busta Rhymes:
Hey what we gon DO! in '92, even though we had FUN! in '91Quick to turn my day, all things comin downRun up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the groundWhat's goin on my man (GOD DAMN!) and now my brain is hurtinBusta, rhythm will hit 'em, then I get 'emRip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'emOpen up your mouth if you want the foodTake in full, Flipmode, cuz I'm in the mood, Uh-heh, uh-hehYeah man, that's how it goesBody drippin with blood comin out your noseGive me a band-aid, what are you askin for? (MORE!)All in your secret and pureAdverse, they said, check it and I bust a new rapRap, Busta Rhymes, and bust this wicked rapYeah y'all in '92, I'm packin my ant spray (ANYWAY!)Tickle it, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New SchoolMad brothas would still think...Rhow, Rhow, Rhow!!!To my dragon, baby, stop whiningI see my influence still shiningMore crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yoThat's the Scenario!
Here in 1992, we present the fabulous what's the Scenario remixWhere as there are 7 MCs.Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essenceAnd he goes by the name of, uh...HOOD!
Hood:
Check the vibe, punk that ass again, god'F' it (SHIITT!!) ! I lay buckshotsHood, madman, I rip up stagesLay down your wages, I'm wild like Larry DavisExtra, 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 bombsI'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the pettyA musical badder bastard, I'm bad newsI'm crazy and clever, cut holes in crewsDeath on the phono, my skills are doloYou say 'oh no', you bitch ass homoI bag up waste, electrifying, I'm primetimeI slaughter slime, I'm the greatest of all timeSick ass brotha, nasty ass niggaPump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the riverTwo 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 lipPunchin out hits like Gladys Knight and the PipsThe 5 foot assassin has just raided your areaYour booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason why I'm hearin ya (SO!)Pull out the red carpet cuz I'm kickin thisVanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculousExcuse my French, but profanity is all I knewAnd to you other sellouts, oh yeah, 'F' you tooAnd let it be known, I'm not the one to step toYou better off callin D-Nice to your rescueFreestyle fanatic, probably the best aroundAs for corny MCs, like Chuck D, I 'Shut 'Em Down'The Artical Don of hip-hop and I won't stopThe 5 foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shopSo 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 eternityNext was said somethin that complies onto meWhat does it take to check a technique (MANY STYLES, MANY STYLES!)Hostile heat brings forth the energyMilo in the dance is the new identityOne, two mic check, select for the ruffneckAt a 10 to 1 bet, I come CORRECT!In my cyphers are blocks, I bring box to connect with knotsSo I can grow dreadlocksMaintain the rock DON'T STOP THE ROCK!!!)Maintain the rock (DON'T STOP THE ROCK!!!)Kick it right, then not, E. Watt said notI put my mug up, so fair is fairSo 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 WestRemixed mad kick more than MetallicaTo all ends like the Battlestar GallacticaStampin, stompin, rompin Compton(PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD!!!) I'm promptin (STYLE!)Pick a style, any style, Strong IsleRepresentation, sensationalizationScenario for the radio, BLS and KISS, so(HERE WE GO, YO!) YeahForce, Main Source LP on the riseIn Living Color was seen through original eyesAnd 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 chimP I am, there I am (THERE I AM!)Don't run from a blimSight be be right, be polite for mice like a MikeSEE SICK, SEE SYKEAnd slip away and off to the PoconosSpot bring the flows, might swing the fruity polesYamaha (YAY-HA-MAY!)Let's split the funk, now it all spells (HEY!)Enough, enough, misfitted I'm with itIf I did it, I would split it and probably shouldn't have quitCuz yo, my public status act Knight like GladysTake rest space tests and yo, I'm like the maddestMale, not female, hail from UnidelBounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelledIn the hallway always ringin with a HO!This is my 2 times 9 on the Scenario
Q-Tip:
Check it out everybody, rhymes and micsBlack mens gettin hip, DOIN WHAT THEY LIKE!Eight black brothas in the public eyeIf you listen very close, then I'll tell you whyHOOD!, Phife, Milo, Dinco and C. BrownShaheed, myself and Busta Bust BrownWill commence to rock (ROCK!), so bring on the flocks (FLOCKS!)Interrogation for the knockin of the boxThe boom-box ruler controls the medulaNone come cooler, I win like ShulaSo bust out the moves as you start to pursue herIntensified mind, non blunt consumerTip 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 croonerSmoke him up later, if not, then sooner
Busta Rhymes:
Hey what we gon DO! in '92, even though we had FUN! in '91Quick to turn my day, all things comin downRun up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the groundWhat's goin on my man (GOD DAMN!) and now my brain is hurtinBusta, rhythm will hit 'em, then I get 'emRip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'emOpen up your mouth if you want the foodTake in full, Flipmode, cuz I'm in the mood, Uh-heh, uh-hehYeah man, that's how it goesBody drippin with blood comin out your noseGive me a band-aid, what are you askin for? (MORE!)All in your secret and pureAdverse, they said, check it and I bust a new rapRap, Busta Rhymes, and bust this wicked rapYeah y'all in '92, I'm packin my ant spray (ANYWAY!)Tickle it, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New SchoolMad brothas would still think...Rhow, Rhow, Rhow!!!To my dragon, baby, stop whiningI see my influence still shiningMore crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yoThat's the Scenario!
