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Bread - Scenario lyrics
[Busta Rhymes]
 Here in 1992, we present..
 the fabulous what's the Scenario remix
 Whereas there are seven MC's
 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, walk that ass or get got
 Eff it (shiiit!!) I lick buckshots
 Hood, madman, I rip up stages
 Lay down all your wages, I'm wild like Larry Davis
 Extra, extra, pick up a clip
 I'll tear ass out the frame (HA!) and grab my dick (OHH!)
 I'm a Rock'Em Sock'Em robot kid, I drop bombs
 I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty
 I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news
 I'm crazy and clever, cut those of crews
 Death on the phono, my skills are polo
 You say "oh no" you bitch ass homo
 I bag up waste, electrifyin, I'm prime-time
 I slaughter a 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 baaad, baaad man!!
 [Phife Dawg]
 Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip
 Punchin out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips
 The five-foot assassin has just raided your area
 Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason I ain't hearin ya
 (SO!) Roll out the red carpet cause I'm kickin this
 Vanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculous
 Excuse my French, but profanity is all I knew
 And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, eff you too
 And let it be known, I'm not the one to step to
 You're better off callin D-Nice "To Your Rescue"
 Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around
 As for corny MC's, like Chuck D, I "Shut 'Em Down"
 The Artical Don of hip-hop and I won't stop
 The five-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 cause ya sho' can't rhyme
 [Cut Monitor Milo]
 (BIG UP, BIG UP!) Into new identity
 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
 Set 10 to 1 that I come CORRECT!
 In my cyphers on blocks, I bring box to connect with knots
 So I can grow dreadlocks
 Maintain to rock (DON'T STOP THE ROCK)
 Maintain to rock (DON'T STOP THE ROCK)
 Kick it right, then not, E. Watt said not
 I put my mug up, but fair is fair
 So C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeahhh!)
 C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeahhh!)
 [Charlie Brown]
 Makin moves y'all (MOVES Y'ALL!) On and on and on
 (CHECK IT, CHECK IT OUT!!) To the break of, break of dawn
 (WHO'S THAT?!) Guess, one of the L.O.N.S.
 And a Tribe Called Quest (EAST COAST) to West
 Remixed mad kick, more than Metallica
 'Til all MC's fall like the Battlestar GallacticBread - Scenario - http://motolyrics.com/bread/scenario-lyrics.html
 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 pah
 [Dinco]
 Lying limp on a limb, slim trim, D I am
 There I am (THERE I AM!) don't run from a friend
 Sight we be right, be polite for the mice
 like a like (SEE SICK, SEE SYKE)
 And slip away, and off to the Poconos
 Spot picked the clothes, Hype swing the pretty pose
 Yamaha (HEY HA MAY!)
 Let's split the funk, now it all spells (HEY!)
 Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I'm with it
 If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn't have quit it
 Cause yo, my vocal status at Knight is like a Gladys
 Bed rest, spread test, and yo I'm like the maddest
 Male, not female, hail from Unidel
 Bounce the b-ball cause beats are being yelled
 In the hallways always ringing with a HO!
 This one two times nine on the Scenario
 [Q-Tip]
 Check it out, everybody, grabs the mics
 Black mens gettin hip, DOIN 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 Down
 Will commence to rock (ROCK!) so bring on the flocks (FLOCKS!)
 In-terrogation 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, nine-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 'em up later, if not then sooner
 [Busta Rhymes]
 Hey what we gon DOOO in ninety-TWO
 Even though we had FUUUN in ninety-ONE
 Wonderful my days, all things comin down
 Run up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground
 What's goin on my man? (GOD DAMN!) and now my brain is hurtin
 Listen up, Bust-up, straight gon' 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
 To get rude, Flipmode, cause I'm in the mood
 Ah-heh, ah-heh! Yeah man, that's how it goes
 Body drippin with blood comin out your nose
 Give me a Band-Aid, what are you askin for?
 (MORE!) Only your sacred and pure
 Adverse, Zig-Zag, check it came to bust a new rep
 Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhyme
 Yeah y'all in '92, I'm packin my roach spray, ANYWAY!
 Ding-A-Ling - Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School
 Mad brother when stealthy - RRRAAAOW RRAOW RRAOW!
 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!








