Scenario
Album: The Low End Theory
Release Date: 9/24/91
Label: Jive Records
Here we go yo
So what
Here we go yo
So what
Aiyyo Bo knows this
(What?)
And Bo knows that
(What?)
But Bo don't know jack ‘cause Bo can't rap
Well whaddya know
No batteries included and no strings attached
No holds barred
Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon
Brothers front
But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe
So sleep if you want
But here's the real scoop
I'm all that and then some
Bust a nut inside your eye
I'm vexed
My days of payin’ dues are over
(Yeah!)
Head for the border
I'll be wreckin’ from the jump street
Sit back relax and let yourself go
Don't sweat what you heard and act like you know
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
(Who's that?)
Brown!
Some may
The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley
Lay back on the payback
(Contact!)
Can I get a hit?
(Hit!)
Boom bit with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip
East Coast stompin’
New York
Checka-checka-check it out!
The loops for the troops
And wow how now wow how now Brown cow
We're ill till the skill gets down
For the flex
But the rest are doo doo
From radio
Tell me! Yo
(True blue!)
Scooby Doo
Scenario's ready yo
Scores for the snores that smother dancefloors
Now I go for mine
Ship-shape
Papes make drakes
Of an L-ah
Bass in his face means peace see ya later
Later
(Later!)
Later alligator
Pop blows the weasel and the herb's the inflater
So yo the D
Funk flipped flat back first fist foul fight fight fight
Laugh yo how's that sound?
(Oh!)
It’s a Leader Quest mission 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 so I ain't no criminal
I love my young nation
No time for hibernation
Don't ever try to test the water little kid
Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes
I heard you rushed and rushed and attacked
Then they rebuked and 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
Watch as I combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up
Powerful impact
Not braggin’
Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary
When diggin’ into my library
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
Eating Ital stew like the one Peter Tosh-a
Uh uh uh
Uh
As I did it yo I had to beg your pardon
When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron
Roaw roaw like a dungeon dragon
Change your little drawers ‘cause your pants are saggin’
Try to step to this I will twist you in a turban
And have you smellin’ rank like some old stale urine
Chickity-choco
The rear cockdiesel but chicks they were kickin’
Yo
The rhythm is in sync
(Uh!)
The rhymes are on time
(Time!)
Rippin’ up the sound just like a radio
Observe the rhyme and check out the scenario!
Here we go yo
So what
Here we go yo
So what
Here we go yo
So what
Here we go yo
So what
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