Scenario (Demo 1)

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg] Yo Good mornin', good mornin' Hey yo – Bo knows this, and Bo knows that But Bo don't know, jack 'cause Bo can't rap I use nouns, adjectives, pronouns, verbs Smoke ya like herb if your style is to the curb Making more hits than Sonny and Cher Stop, look, and listen, but please don't stare Slammin' emcees, as if my name was Ric Flair But since I'm dark, call me Koko B. Ware [Verse 2: Charlie Brown] Yo, I know the scenario Chaps, I rap, superior-irieo How now Brown cow with A Tribe Called Quest The Leaders of the New School, the LONS, the LONS Kick the beat, like Peter Pumpernickel After the lab, I go fix me a pickle Watch the boob tube, to gimme some space The girlfriend shares, and the girlies' underwears Make me sick of all the sounds, AAAH, fuck From radio, to the video, to Arsenio – tell me, yo What's the scenario? [Verse 3: Posdnuos] Ichabod cat got nothin' on a ? I got headphones to match [?] Stop kick more when I tour as is Plugs is connect as oral sex come correct I got checks bigger than bigger than Busta's blunt I don't go on the frees, but I just tease on the ease of a tick tick tack tock I got lickety [?] but I won't smear So someone Plug One on my vibe As I muscle much dollars, gripping much cheese Keep it undercover like a yellow submarine [Verse 4: Chris Lighty] Yo You got the B.I., then you add the zero Chop the track, yo, scenari-ario Funk the flow, ho, you never know Will I got off the 'locks or will I let them grow? Show to show, ho to ho Booties is bangin', 'cause I'm the pro Mash up the track, then I start to flow Pass it on, 'cause here I go [Verse 5: Mista Lawnge] The Black Sheep has arisen, oh dear The cat's out the bag and that's the end of your career Don't spit it out, take it to the rear I like to see my dick snot disappear Some say they get live, but the Sugar Dick is liver In and out of any situation like MacGyver If it's not Bo Peep, then it's Lady Godiva's When it comes to getting ass, I'm a striver Give me ten hoes to bone and there won't be no survivor Peace from the nine point fiver [Verse 6: Busta Rhymes] Hey yo, oh my gosh, oh my gosh Eating Ital stew like the one Peter Tosh "Uh, uh–uh!" all over the track Uh, pardon me, uh, 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 Raow, raow, 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 smelling rank like some old stale urine Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel, butt cheeks they were kicking Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme Rhythm in sync, the rhymes are on time Yo, ripping up the sound like Horatio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario [Verse 7: Dinco D] True blue, Scooby Doo, whoopie doo Scenarios, radios, rates more than two Scores for the smores that smother dance floors Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore Ship-shape crushed grapes apes that play tapes Papes make Drake's baked for the wakes Of an L-ah-, an -eader, simply just a Leader Base in the space means peace, see ya later [Hook] Here we go, yo Here we go, yo So what's, so what's, so what's the scenario? {*repeat until fade*}