[Busta Rhymes]
Here in 1992, we present the fabulous what's the scenario remix
Where as there are 7 mc's.
Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh, hood!

Check the rhyme, punk that ass again, god
'F' it (shit!) ! 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 brother, 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

Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip
Punching 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 hearing ya (so!)
Pull out the red carpet cause I'm getting 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 calling 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 dancing chose or something sho' can't rhyme

(big up big up!) into new eternity
Next who said something 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]
Making 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 prompting (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,
There it is baby par

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

Check it out everybody, rhymes and mics
Black men's getting loot, doing what they like!
Eight black brothers 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 knocking 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 goin' do! in '92, even though we had fun! in '91
Quick to fill my day, earn beans coming down
From the from the new sound, leaving cracks in the ground
What's goin' on my man (god damn!) and now my brain is hurting
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, cause I'm in the mood,
Yeah man, that's how it goes
Body dripping of top blood coming out your nose
Give me your band-aid, what are you asking 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 packing my roach spray (anyway!)
Tickle it, tribe called quest, leaders of the new school
Mad brothers 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!
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