Scenario Ringtone HOT!

Scenario Lyrics

Busta rhymes:





Here in 1992, we present the fabulous whats 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 vibe, punk that ass again, god


f it (shiitt!!) ! I lay buckshots


Hood, madman, I rip up stages


Lay down your wages, Im wild like larry davis


Extra, extra, pick up a clip. Ill tear that ass out the frame (huh!)


And grab my dick(oh!)


By the beats that I bump, I kick and drop bombs


Im rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty


A musical badder bastard, Im bad news


Im crazy and clever, cut holes in crews


Death on the phono, my skills are dolo


You say oh no, you bitch ass homo


I bag up waste, electrifying, Im primetime


I slaughter slime, Im the greatest of all time


Sick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga


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


Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can (say what, say what!!!)


Im 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 booty rhymes are wack and thats the reason why Im hearin ya (so!)


Pull out the red carpet cuz Im kickin this


Vanilla ice platinum? that shits ridiculous


Excuse my french, but profanity is all I knew


And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, f you too


And let it be known, Im 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 wont 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 shoes or somethin cuz you sho cant rhyme





Milo:





(big up big up!) into new eternity


Next was said somethin that complies onto 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 identity


One, two mic check, select for the ruffneck


At a 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 dont stop the rock!!!)


Maintain the rock (dont stop the rock!!!)


Kick it right, then not, e. watt said not


I put my mug up, so fair is fair


So c. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)


C. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)





Charlie brown:





Makin moves yall (moves yall!)


On and on and on (checka, check it out!!!)


To the breaka, breakadawn (whos that? !? )


Guess, one of the lons and a tribe called quest


(east coast!) to west


Remixed mad kick more than metallica


To all ends like the battlestar gallactica


Stampin, stompin, rompin compton


(people all over the world!!!) Im 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 Im out like shout, ooh ahh, ooh ahh


(ooh ahh, ooh ahh!) there it is baby par





Dinco:





Vine, limb on a limb, slim chim


P I am, there I am (there I am!)


Dont run from a blim


Sight be be right, be polite for mice like a mike


See sick, see syke


And slip away and off to the poconos


Spot bring the flows, might swing the fruity poles


Yamaha (yay-ha-may!)


Lets split the funk, now it all spells (hey!)


Enough, enough, misfitted Im with it


If I did it, I would split it and probably shouldnt have quit


Cuz yo, my public status act knight like gladys


Take rest space tests and yo, Im like the maddest


Male, not female, hail from unidel


Bounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelled


In the hallway always ringin with a ho!


This is my 2 times 9 on the scenario





Q-tip:





Check it out everybody, rhymes and mics


Black mens gettin hip, doin what they like!


Eight black brothas in the public eye


If you listen very close, then Ill 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 of 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, its only a rumor!)


The beat is so sick, 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 turn my day, all things comin down


Run up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground


Whats goin on my man (God damn!) and now my brain is hurtin


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


Take in full, flipmode, cuz Im in the mood, uh-heh, uh-heh


Yeah man, thats how it goes


Body drippin with blood comin out your nose


Give me a 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


Rap, busta rhymes, and bust this wicked rap


Yeah yall in 92, Im packin my ant 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


Thats the scenario!