A Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School - Scenario lyrics
[A Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School - 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?
A yo, Bo knows this
(What?) And Bo knows that (What?)
But Bo don't know jack
'cause Bo can't rap
Well, what do you 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, Nytol will
Help you get your Z's, troop
But here's the real scoop
I'm all that and then some short, dark
And handsome bust a nut inside your eye to
Show you where I come from
I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here
My days of payin' dues are over
Acknowledge me as in there
(yeah) Head for the border, go get a taco
Watch me wreck it from the jump street
Meanin' from the get-go
Sit back, relax, and let yourself go
Don't sweat what you heard
But 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, outside, come arooound
(Who's that?) Brooooown!
So, may I say, call me Charlie
The word is the herb
And I'm deep like Bob Marley
Lay back 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 'til 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?
(True, blue) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo
Scenarios, radios, rates more than four
Scores for the s'mores that
Smother dance floors
Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore
Ship-shape, crushed grapes
Apes that play tapes
Papes make drakes baked for the wakes of an
(L ah) , an (eader) , simply just a leader
Base in the space means peace, see ya later
Later (Later) Later, alligator
Pop blows the weasel and the
Urge to inflate her
So, yo, the D, what! The O
Incorporated IN-C into a flow
Funk flipped, flat back, first this
Foul, fight, fight, fight, laugh
Yo, how'd that sound? (O-o-o 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, groovy sensation
No time for hibernation, only elation
Don't ever try to test the water, little kid
Yo, Mr busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did
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'll get violated
The hip-hop sound is well agitated
Won't ever waste no time on a played out ego
So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario:
Watch as I combine all the
Juice from the mind
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come
Rewind
Powerful impact (Boom) from the cannon!
Not braggin', tryna read my mind
Just imagine vo-cab-u lary's necessary
When diggin' into my library
Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!
Eatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh
Unh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man
Unh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!
As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon
When I travel through the town
I roll with the squadron
Rawr! Rawr! 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 chocolate chicken
The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks
They were kickin'
Yo, bust it out before the
Busta bust another rhyme
The rhythm is in sync
(Unh) , the rhymes are on time (Time)
Rippin' up the sound just like Horatio
Observe the vibe and check out the scenario
Yeah, my man, mothafucka!
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?
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?
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?
A yo, Bo knows this
(What?) And Bo knows that (What?)
But Bo don't know jack
'cause Bo can't rap
Well, what do you 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, Nytol will
Help you get your Z's, troop
But here's the real scoop
I'm all that and then some short, dark
And handsome bust a nut inside your eye to
Show you where I come from
I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here
My days of payin' dues are over
Acknowledge me as in there
(yeah) Head for the border, go get a taco
Watch me wreck it from the jump street
Meanin' from the get-go
Sit back, relax, and let yourself go
Don't sweat what you heard
But 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, outside, come arooound
(Who's that?) Brooooown!
So, may I say, call me Charlie
The word is the herb
And I'm deep like Bob Marley
Lay back 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 'til 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?
(True, blue) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo
Scenarios, radios, rates more than four
Scores for the s'mores that
Smother dance floors
Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore
Ship-shape, crushed grapes
Apes that play tapes
Papes make drakes baked for the wakes of an
(L ah) , an (eader) , simply just a leader
Base in the space means peace, see ya later
Later (Later) Later, alligator
Pop blows the weasel and the
Urge to inflate her
So, yo, the D, what! The O
Incorporated IN-C into a flow
Funk flipped, flat back, first this
Foul, fight, fight, fight, laugh
Yo, how'd that sound? (O-o-o 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, groovy sensation
No time for hibernation, only elation
Don't ever try to test the water, little kid
Yo, Mr busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did
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'll get violated
The hip-hop sound is well agitated
Won't ever waste no time on a played out ego
So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario:
Watch as I combine all the
Juice from the mind
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come
Rewind
Powerful impact (Boom) from the cannon!
Not braggin', tryna read my mind
Just imagine vo-cab-u lary's necessary
When diggin' into my library
Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!
Eatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh
Unh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man
Unh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!
As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon
When I travel through the town
I roll with the squadron
Rawr! Rawr! 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 chocolate chicken
The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks
They were kickin'
Yo, bust it out before the
Busta bust another rhyme
The rhythm is in sync
(Unh) , the rhymes are on time (Time)
Rippin' up the sound just like Horatio
Observe the vibe and check out the scenario
Yeah, my man, mothafucka!
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?
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?