A Tribe Called Quest - Scenario Edit

Aiyyo Bo knows this

And Bo knows that

And have you smellin' rank like some old stale urine

And wow how now wow how now Brown cow

As I did it yo I had to beg your pardon

Bass in his face means peace see ya later

Boom bit with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip

Brown!

But Bo don't know jack ‘cause Bo can't rap

But here's the real scoop

But the rest are doo doo

But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe

Can I get a hit?

Causin' rambunction throughout the sphere

Change your little drawers ‘cause your pants are saggin'

Checka checka check it out!

Don't ever try to test the water little kid

Don't sweat what you heard and act like you know

East Coast stompin', rippin' and rompin'

Eating Ital stew like the one Peter Tosh a

From radio, to the video, to Arsenio

Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon

Head for the border, go get a taco

Here we go yo, here we go yo

Here we go yo, here we go yo

Here we go yo, here we go yo

Here we go yo, here we go yo

Here we go yo, here we go yo

I could give a damn about a ill subliminal

I love my young nation, groovy sensation

I'll be wreckin' from the jump street, meanin' from the get go

I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome

I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here

Inside, outside, come around

It's a Leader Quest mission and we got the goods here

Later

Later alligator

Lay back on the payback, evolve rotate the gates

My days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge we is in there

Never on the left ‘cause my right's my good ear

New York, North Cak a laka and Compton

No holds barred, no time for move fakin'

No time for hibernation, only elation

Not braggin', try an' read my mind just imagine

Now I go for mine, shave the seashore

Observe the rhyme and check out the scenario!

Of an L ah, an E ah, simply just a leader

Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!

Papes make drakes, baked for the wakes

Pop blows the weasel and the herb's the inflater

Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear

Real live y'all

Roaw roaw like a dungeon dragon

Scooby Doo, whoopie doo

Scores for the snores that smother dancefloors

So sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop

So what, so what, so what's the scenario?

So what, so what, so what's the scenario?

So what, so what, so what's the scenario?

So what, so what, so what's the scenario?

So yo the D, what the O, incorporated I N C into a flow

Some may, I say, call me Charlie

Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario?

The hip hop sound is well agitated

The rear cockdiesel but chicks they were kickin'

The rhymes are on time

The rhythm is in sync

The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley

Then they rebuked and you had to smack

Watch as I combine all the juice from the mind

Well whaddya know, the Di Dawg is first up to bat

When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron

Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all

Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego

Yo, bustin' out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme

You know I did it

(Here!)

(Hit!)

(Later!)

(Live y'all!)

(Oh!)

(Time!)

(Tribe y'all!)

(Uh!)

(What?)

(Who's that?)

(Yeah!)