Scenario (LP Mix) - A Tribe Called Quest Written by：James Jackson/Trevor Smith/Bryan Higgins/Kamaal Fareed/Ali Shaheed Muhammad/Malik Taylor/A Tribe Called Quest 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 Heyo Bo knows this what and Bo knows that what But Bo don't know jack 'cause Bo can't rap Well what do you know The Di-Dawg is first up to bat No batteries included and no strings attached No holds barred no time for move fakin' Gots 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 NyQuil will 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 Watch me wreck it 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 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 Brooown Some may I say call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley Lay back 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 'til 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 True blue Scooby doo whoopie doo Scenarios radios rates more than four Scores for the smores that smother dance floors Now I go for mine shades of sea shore Ship shape crushed grapes apes that play tapes Papes make drakes baked for the wakes Of an L ah an eader simply just a leader Base in the space means peace see ya later Later later later alligator Pop goes the weasel and the herb's the inflater So yo the D what the O Incorporate I N C into a flow Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight Laugh yo how'd that sound Ooh It's a Leader Quest mission 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 so I ain't no criminal I love my young nation groovy sensation No time for hibernation only elation Don't ever try to test the water little kid Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes tell him what I did I heard you rushed and rushed and attacked Then they rebuked and 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'll 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 Watch as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up wheel 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 in the mind library Oh my gosh Oh my gosh Eating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh Unh unh unh All over the track man Unh pardon me unh As I come back As I did it yo I had to beg your pardon When I travel through the town I roll with the squadron Roar raow like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers 'cause your pants were saggin' Try to step to this I will twist you in a turban And have you smelling ripe like some old stale urine Chickity choco the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel buttcheeks they were kicking Yo bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme 404

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