Bài hát Scenario (Remix) Báo Lỗi

Busta Rhymes:


Here in 1992, we present the fabulous what's the Scenario remix

Where as there are 7 MCs.

Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence

And he goes by the name of, uh...HOOD!


Hood:


Check the rhyme, punk that ass again, god

'F' it (SHIITT!!) ! I lay buckshots

Hood, madman, I rip up stages

Lay down in your wages, I'm wild like Larry Davis

Extra, extra, pick up a clip. I'll tear (that) ass out the frame (HUH!)

And grab my dick(OH!)

I'm a rockem sockem robot,kid I drop bombs

I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty

I'm baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news

I'm crazy and clever, cut does your crews

Death on the phono, my skills are dolo

You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo

I bag up waste, electrifying, I'm primetime

I slaughter slime, I'm the greatest of all time

Sick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga

Pump slugs in your face and dump that ass in the river

Two 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 lip

Punchin out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips

The 5 foot assassin has just raided your area

Your cutty rhymes are wack and that's the reason I ain't hearin ya (SO!)

Pull out the red carpet cuz I'm gettin this

Vanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculous

Excuse my Fresh, but profanity is all I knew

And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, 'F' you too

And let it be known, I'm not the one to step to

You better off callin D-Nice to your rescue

Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around

As for corny MCs, like Chuck D, I 'Shut 'Em Down'

The Artical Don of hip-hop and I won't stop

The 5 foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop

So do like Michael Jackson and 'Remember the TIme'(DO YOU REMEMBER?)

Put on your dancin chose or somethin sho' can't rhyme


Milo:


(BIG UP BIG UP!) Into new eternity

Next who said somethin that complies hot on me

What does it take to check a technique (MANY STYLES, MANY STYLES!)

Hostile heat brings forth the energy

Milo in the dance is the new alternative

One, two mic check, select for the ruffneck set

10 to 1 bet, I come CORRECT!

In my cyphers are blocks, I bring box to connect with knots

So I can grow dreadlocks

Maintain the rock DON'T STOP THE ROCK!!!)

Maintain the rock (DON'T STOP THE ROCK!!!)

Kick it right, then not, E. Watt said not

I would rock longer but fair is fair

So 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?!?)

Just, one of the LONS and A Tribe Called Quest

(EAST COAST!) to West

Remixed mad kick more than Metallica

Tall emcees for like the Battlestar Gallactica

Stampin, stompin, rompin Compton

(PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD!!!) I'm promptin (STYLE!)

Pick a style, any style, Strong Isle

Representation, sensationalization

Scenario for the radio, BLS and KISS, so

(HERE WE GO, YO!) Yeah

Force, Main Source LP on the rise

In Living Color was seen through original eyes

And 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 trim

P I M, there I am (THERE I AM!)

Don't run from a blim

Sight be be right, be polite for my mice like a Mike

SEE SICK, SEE SYKE

And slip away and off to the Poconos

Spot pick the flows, mike swing a pretty pose

Yamaha (YAY-HA-MAY!)

Let's split the funk, now it all sounds (HEY!)

And nuff enough, misfitted I'm with it

If I did it, I was blitted and probably shouldn't have quit

Cuz yo, my corporate status at Knight like Gladys

bed rest spread tests and yo, I'm like the maddest

Male, not female, hail from Uniondale

Bounce the b-ball cuz beats are bein yelled

In the hallway is always draggin with a HO!

This is my 2 times 9 on the Scenario


Q-Tip:


Check it out everybody, rhymes and mics

Black mens gettin loot, DOIN WHAT THEY LIKE!

Eight black brothas in the public eye

If you listen very close, I will tell you why

HOOD!, Phife, Milo, Dinco and C. Brown

Shaheed, myself and Busta Bust Brown

Will commence to rock (ROCK!), so bring on the flocks (FLOCKS!)

Interrogation for the knockin out the box

The boom-box ruler controls the medula

None come cooler, I win like Shula

So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her

Intensified mind, non blunt consumer

Tip will come booty (WELL, IT'S ONLY A RUMOR!)

The meaning so deep, that it starts brain tumors (TUMORS!)

Peace to Hood baby from the midnight crooner

Smoke him up later, if not, then sooner


Busta Rhymes:


Hey what we gon DO! in '92, even though we had FUN! in '91

Quick to fill my day, earn beans comin down

from the from the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground

What's goin on my man (GOD DAMN!) and now my brain is hurtin

It's enough, Busta, rhythm will hit 'em, then I get 'em

Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'em

Open up your mouth if you want the food

So get loot, Flipmode, cuz I'm in the mood, Uh-heh, uh-heh

Yeah man, that's how it goes

Body drippin of top blood comin out your nose

Give me your band-aid, what are you askin for? (MORE!)

All in your secret and pure

Adverse, they said, check it and I bust a new rap

Rhymes, Busta Rhymes, and bust this wicked rhymes

Yeah y'all in '92, I'm packin my roach spray (ANYWAY!)

Tickle it, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School

Mad brothas would still think...Rhow, Rhow, Rhow!!!

To my dragon, baby, stop whining

I see my influence still shining

More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo

That's the Scenario!