Chorus: Tribe and L.O.N.S.
  
   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 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
   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 saggin
   Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban
   And had you smellin right, like some old stale urine
   Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken
   The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickin
   Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme
   the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!)
   Rippin up this dance just like a radio
   Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!!
   *chorus starts* Yeah, my man motherfucker!
  
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