A Tribe Called Quest - Scenario lyrics

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

Verse One: Phife Dawg

Aiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?) But Bo don't know jack,

cause Bo can't rap Well whaddya 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, like we'll help acknowledge me as in there (YEAH) Head for the

border, go get a taco I'll be wreckin 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

Verse Two: Charlie Brown

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??)

Browwwwwwwwn Some may, I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep

like Bob Marley Layback 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 stompin, rippin and rompin 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 till 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

Verse Three: Dinco D

(True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo Scenario's ready yo, rates more than four

Scores for the snores that's lovin dancefloors Now I go for mine, [shades of G

sure?] Ship-shape plus Grape Apes to play tapes Papes make grapes great for the

waist I'm an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader Bass in his face means peace

see ya later Later? (LATER!) Later alligator Pop blows the weasel and my Earth

the inflater So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow Funk flipped

flat back first this foul fight fight fight Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!)

Verse Four: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes

It's the leader Quest vision 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 cause I ain't no CRIMINAL I love my young nation, groovy

sensation No time for hibernation, only elation Don't ever try to test, yo

whattup little kid? Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did

I heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKED Then baby puked then you had TO

SMACK Causin rambunction, throughout the sphere Raise the levels of the boom,

inside the ear

You know I did it So don't violate or you 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

Verse Five: Busta Rhymes

Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, reel up, bring it back,

come rewind Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon Not braggin, try to read my

mind just imagine Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary When diggin into my library Oh my

gosh! Oh my gosh! Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-a Uh, uh uhh,

alone with the track man Uh, pardon me, uhh, as I come back As I did it yo I

heard you beg your pardon When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers cause your

pants are sagg