[{"id":16343379,"name":"Scenario","trackName":"Scenario","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"A Tribe Called Quest","duration":250.052063,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n\nA-yo, Bo knows this (what?) And Bo knows that (what?)\nBut Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap\nWell, what do you know? The Di-Dawg is first up to bat\nNo batteries included, and no strings attached\nNo holds barred, no time for move-fakin'\nGots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\nBrothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\nBut we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe, so\n\nSleep if you want, Nytol will help you get your Z's, troop\nBut here's the real scoop\nI'm all that and then some; short, dark, and handsome\nBust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from\nI'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\nMy days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge me as in there\n(Yeah!) Head for the border, go get a taco\nWatch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\nSit back, relax, and let yourself go\nDon't sweat what you heard, but act like you know\n\nYes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!)\nWho got the vibe? It's the Tribe, y'all! (Tribe, y'all!)\nReal live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\nInside, outside, come around\n(Who's that?) Brown!\n\nSo, may I say, call me Charlie\nThe word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\nLay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\nCan I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\nWith a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\nEast coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\nNew York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n\nChecka-checka-check it out!\nThe loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\nAnd wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\nWe're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\nIt's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\nFrom radio, to the video, to Arsenio\nTell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n\n(True, blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo\nScenarios, radios, rates more than four\nScores for the s'mores that smother dance floors\nNow I go for mine, shades of sea shore\nShip-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes\nPapes make drakes baked for the wakes\nOf an (L-ah-!), an (-eader!), simply just a leader\nBase in the space means peace, see ya later\n\nLater (Later!) Later, alligator\nPop blows the weasel and the urge to inflate her\nSo, yo, the D, what! The O\nIncorporated I-N-C into a flow\nFunk flipped, flat back, first this, foul, fight, fight, fight, laugh\nYo, how'd that sound? (Ooh!)\n\nIt's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)\nNever on the left, 'cause my right's my good ear (ear!)\nI could give a damn about a ill subliminal\nStay away from crime, so I ain't no (criminal!)\nI love my young nation, groovy sensation\nNo time for hibernation, only elation\nDon't ever try to test the water, little kid\nYo, Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did\n\nI heard you rushed and rushed (and attacked!)\nThen they rebuked and you (had to smack!)\nCausin' rambunction throughout the sphere\nRaise the levels of the boom inside the ear-\nYou know I did it\n\nSo, don't violate or you'll get violated\nThe hip-hop sound is well agitated\nWon't ever waste no time on a played out ego\nSo, here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario:\n\nWatch; as I combine all the juice from the mind\nHeel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind\nPowerful impact (boom!) from the cannon!\nNot braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine\nVo-cab-u-lary's necessary, when diggin' into my library\nOh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!\nEatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\nUnh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\nUnh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!\n\nAs I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\nWhen I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron\nRawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon\nChange your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\nTry to step to this, I will twist you in a turban\nAnd have you smellin' rank like some old, stale urine\n\nChickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\nThe rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kickin'\nYo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\nThe rhythm is in sync (unh!), the rhymes are on time (time!)\nRippin' up the sound just like Horatio\nObserve the vibe and check out the scenario\n\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo (yeah, my man, motherfucker!)\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.02] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[00:11.27] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[00:13.62] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[00:15.93] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[00:18.34] A-yo, Bo knows this (what?) And Bo knows that (what?)\n[00:21.04] But Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap\n[00:23.01] Well, what do you know? The Di-Dawg is first up to bat\n[00:25.75] No batteries included, and no strings attached\n[00:28.18] No holds barred, no time for move-fakin'\n[00:30.53] Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\n[00:32.87] Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\n[00:34.85] But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe, so\n[00:37.69] Sleep if you want, Nytol will help you get your Z's, troop\n[00:40.62] But here's the real scoop\n[00:42.27] I'm all that and then some; short, dark, and handsome\n[00:44.47] Bust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from\n[00:46.96] I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\n[00:49.06] My days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge me as in there\n[00:51.61] (Yeah!) Head for the border, go get a taco\n[00:53.88] Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\n[00:56.44] Sit back, relax, and let yourself go\n[00:58.70] Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know\n[01:00.87] Yes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!)\n[01:02.46] Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe, y'all! (Tribe, y'all!)\n[01:04.43] Real live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\n[01:05.81] Inside, outside, come around\n[01:08.56] (Who's that?) Brown!\n[01:10.52] So, may I say, call me Charlie\n[01:12.98] The word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\n[01:15.32] Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\n[01:19.47] Can I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\n[01:22.29] With a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\n[01:24.60] East coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\n[01:27.78] New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n[01:30.30] Checka-checka-check it out!\n[01:31.74] The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\n[01:34.02] And wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\n[01:36.51] We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\n[01:39.88] It's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\n[01:43.31] From radio, to the video, to Arsenio\n[01:46.06] Tell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n[01:48.36] (True, blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo\n[01:50.65] Scenarios, radios, rates more than four\n[01:53.06] Scores for the s'mores that smother dance floors\n[01:55.49] Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore\n[01:57.72] Ship-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes\n[02:00.22] Papes make drakes baked for the wakes\n[02:02.24] Of an (L-ah-!), an (-eader!), simply just a leader\n[02:04.89] Base in the space means peace, see ya later\n[02:07.24] Later (Later!) Later, alligator\n[02:09.51] Pop blows the weasel and the urge to inflate her\n[02:11.82] So, yo, the D, what! The O\n[02:13.54] Incorporated I-N-C into a flow\n[02:16.09] Funk flipped, flat back, first this, foul, fight, fight, fight, laugh\n[02:19.18] Yo, how'd that sound? (Ooh!)\n[02:21.16] It's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)\n[02:23.79] Never on the left, 'cause my right's my good ear (ear!)\n[02:26.13] I could give a damn about a ill subliminal\n[02:28.48] Stay away from crime, so I ain't no (criminal!)\n[02:30.76] I love my young nation, groovy sensation\n[02:33.16] No time for hibernation, only elation\n[02:35.53] Don't ever try to test the water, little kid\n[02:37.86] Yo, Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did\n[02:39.54] I heard you rushed and rushed (and attacked!)\n[02:42.00] Then they rebuked and you (had to smack!)\n[02:44.46] Causin' rambunction throughout the sphere\n[02:46.57] Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear-\n[02:48.72] You know I did it\n[02:49.58] So, don't violate or you'll get violated\n[02:51.95] The hip-hop sound is well agitated\n[02:54.31] Won't ever waste no time on a played out ego\n[02:56.73] So, here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario:\n[02:58.71] Watch; as I combine all the juice from the mind\n[03:01.58] Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind\n[03:03.99] Powerful impact (boom!) from the cannon!\n[03:06.19] Not braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine\n[03:08.69] Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary, when diggin' into my library\n[03:13.33] Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!\n[03:15.74] Eatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\n[03:18.08] Unh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\n[03:20.36] Unh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!\n[03:22.84] As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\n[03:25.11] When I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron\n[03:27.49] Rawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon\n[03:29.82] Change your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\n[03:32.18] Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban\n[03:34.46] And have you smellin' rank like some old, stale urine\n[03:36.92] Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\n[03:39.21] The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kickin'\n[03:41.52] Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\n[03:43.99] The rhythm is in sync (unh!), the rhymes are on time (time!)\n[03:46.47] Rippin' up the sound just like Horatio\n[03:48.76] Observe the vibe and check out the scenario\n[03:50.84] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo (yeah, my man, motherfucker!)\n[03:53.22] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[03:55.46] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[03:57.81] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:00.19] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[04:02.47] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:04.98] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[04:07.15] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:08.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scenario\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: A Tribe Called Quest\n  duration_ms: 250052\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n  start_ms: 9020\n  end_ms: 11270\n- text: So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  start_ms: 11270\n  end_ms: 13620\n- text: Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n  start_ms: 13620\n  end_ms: 15930\n- text: So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  start_ms: 15930\n  end_ms: 18340\n- text: A-yo, Bo knows this (what?) 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Oh, my gosh!\n  start_ms: 193330\n  end_ms: 195740\n- text: Eatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\n  start_ms: 195740\n  end_ms: 198080\n- text: Unh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\n  start_ms: 198080\n  end_ms: 200360\n- text: Unh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!\n  start_ms: 200360\n  end_ms: 202840\n- text: As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\n  start_ms: 202840\n  end_ms: 205110\n- text: When I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron\n  start_ms: 205110\n  end_ms: 207490\n- text: Rawr! Rawr! 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And Bo knows that (what?)\n  But Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap\n  Well, what do you know? The Di-Dawg is first up to bat\n  No batteries included, and no strings attached\n  No holds barred, no time for move-fakin'\n  Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\n  Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\n  But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe, so\n\n  Sleep if you want, Nytol will help you get your Z's, troop\n  But here's the real scoop\n  I'm all that and then some; short, dark, and handsome\n  Bust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from\n  I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\n  My days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge me as in there\n  (Yeah!) Head for the border, go get a taco\n  Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\n  Sit back, relax, and let yourself go\n  Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know\n\n  Yes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!)\n  Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe, y'all! 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(Live, y'all!)\nInside, outside, come around\n(Who's that?) Brown!\n\nSo, may I say, call me Charlie\nThe word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\nLay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\nCan I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\nWith a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\nEast coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\nNew York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n\nChecka-checka-check it out!\nThe loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\nAnd wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\nWe're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\nIt's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\nFrom radio, to the video, to Arsenio\nTell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n\n(True, blue!) 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(Tribe, y'all!)\n  Real live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\n  Inside, outside, come around\n  (Who's that?) Brown!\n\n  So, may I say, call me Charlie\n  The word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\n  Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\n  Can I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\n  With a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\n  East coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\n  New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n\n  Checka-checka-check it out!\n  The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\n  And wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\n  We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\n  It's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\n  From radio, to the video, to Arsenio\n  Tell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n\n  (True, blue!) 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The Di-Dawg is first up to bat\nNo batteries included, and no strings attached\nNo holds barred, no time for move-fakin'\nGots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\nBrothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\nBut we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe, so\n\nSleep if you want, Nytol will help you get your Z's, troop\nBut here's the real scoop\nI'm all that and then some; short, dark, and handsome\nBust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from\nI'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\nMy days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge me as in there\n(Yeah!) Head for the border, go get a taco\nWatch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\nSit back, relax, and let yourself go\nDon't sweat what you heard, but act like you know\n\nYes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!)\nWho got the vibe? It's the Tribe, y'all! (Tribe, y'all!)\nReal live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\nInside, outside, come around\n(Who's that?) Brown!\n\nSo, may I say, call me Charlie\nThe word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\nLay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\nCan I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\nWith a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\nEast coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\nNew York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n\nChecka-checka-check it out!\nThe loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\nAnd wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\nWe're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\nIt's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\nFrom radio, to the video, to Arsenio\nTell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n\n(True, blue!) 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Oh, my gosh!\nEatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\nUnh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\nUnh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!\n\nAs I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\nWhen I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron\nRawr! Rawr! 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And Bo knows that (what?)\n[00:21.04] But Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap\n[00:23.01] Well, what do you know? The Di-Dawg is first up to bat\n[00:25.75] No batteries included, and no strings attached\n[00:28.18] No holds barred, no time for move-fakin'\n[00:30.53] Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\n[00:32.87] Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\n[00:34.85] But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe, so\n[00:37.69] Sleep if you want, Nytol will help you get your Z's, troop\n[00:40.62] But here's the real scoop\n[00:42.27] I'm all that and then some; short, dark, and handsome\n[00:44.47] Bust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from\n[00:46.96] I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\n[00:49.06] My days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge me as in there\n[00:51.61] (Yeah!) Head for the border, go get a taco\n[00:53.88] Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\n[00:56.44] Sit back, relax, and let yourself go\n[00:58.70] Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know\n[01:00.87] Yes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!)\n[01:02.46] Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe, y'all! (Tribe, y'all!)\n[01:04.43] Real live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\n[01:05.81] Inside, outside, come around\n[01:08.56] (Who's that?) Brown!\n[01:10.52] So, may I say, call me Charlie\n[01:12.98] The word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\n[01:15.32] Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\n[01:19.47] Can I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\n[01:22.29] With a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\n[01:24.60] East coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\n[01:27.78] New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n[01:30.30] Checka-checka-check it out!\n[01:31.74] The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\n[01:34.02] And wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\n[01:36.51] We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\n[01:39.88] It's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\n[01:43.31] From radio, to the video, to Arsenio\n[01:46.06] Tell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n[01:48.36] (True, blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo\n[01:50.65] Scenarios, radios, rates more than four\n[01:53.06] Scores for the s'mores that smother dance floors\n[01:55.49] Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore\n[01:57.72] Ship-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes\n[02:00.22] Papes make drakes baked for the wakes\n[02:02.24] Of an (L-ah-!), an (-eader!), simply just a leader\n[02:04.89] Base in the space means peace, see ya later\n[02:07.24] Later (Later!) Later, alligator\n[02:09.51] Pop blows the weasel and the urge to inflate her\n[02:11.82] So, yo, the D, what! The O\n[02:13.54] Incorporated I-N-C into a flow\n[02:16.09] Funk flipped, flat back, first this, foul, fight, fight, fight, laugh\n[02:19.18] Yo, how'd that sound? (Ooh!)\n[02:21.16] It's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)\n[02:23.79] Never on the left, 'cause my right's my good ear (ear!)\n[02:26.13] I could give a damn about a ill subliminal\n[02:28.48] Stay away from crime, so I ain't no (criminal!)\n[02:30.76] I love my young nation, groovy sensation\n[02:33.16] No time for hibernation, only elation\n[02:35.53] Don't ever try to test the water, little kid\n[02:37.86] Yo, Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did\n[02:39.54] I heard you rushed and rushed (and attacked!)\n[02:42.00] Then they rebuked and you (had to smack!)\n[02:44.46] Causin' rambunction throughout the sphere\n[02:46.57] Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear-\n[02:48.72] You know I did it\n[02:49.58] So, don't violate or you'll get violated\n[02:51.95] The hip-hop sound is well agitated\n[02:54.31] Won't ever waste no time on a played out ego\n[02:56.73] So, here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario:\n[02:58.71] Watch; as I combine all the juice from the mind\n[03:01.58] Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind\n[03:03.99] Powerful impact (boom!) from the cannon!\n[03:06.19] Not braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine\n[03:08.69] Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary, when diggin' into my library\n[03:13.33] Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!\n[03:15.74] Eatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\n[03:18.08] Unh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\n[03:20.36] Unh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!\n[03:22.84] As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\n[03:25.11] When I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron\n[03:27.49] Rawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon\n[03:29.82] Change your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\n[03:32.18] Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban\n[03:34.46] And have you smellin' rank like some old, stale urine\n[03:36.92] Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\n[03:39.21] The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kickin'\n[03:41.52] Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\n[03:43.99] The rhythm is in sync (unh!), the rhymes are on time (time!)\n[03:46.47] Rippin' up the sound just like Horatio\n[03:48.76] Observe the vibe and check out the scenario\n[03:50.84] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo (yeah, my man, motherfucker!)\n[03:53.22] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[03:55.46] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[03:57.81] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:00.19] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[04:02.47] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:04.98] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[04:07.15] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:08.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scenario (LP Mix) (feat. 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(Tribe, y'all!)\n  Real live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\n  Inside, outside, come around\n  (Who's that?) Brown!\n\n  So, may I say, call me Charlie\n  The word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\n  Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\n  Can I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\n  With a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\n  East coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\n  New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n\n  Checka-checka-check it out!\n  The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\n  And wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\n  We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\n  It's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\n  From radio, to the video, to Arsenio\n  Tell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n\n  (True, blue!) 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And Bo knows that (what?)\nBut Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap\nWell, what do you know? The Di-Dawg is first up to bat\nNo batteries included, and no strings attached\nNo holds barred, no time for move-fakin'\nGots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\nBrothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\nBut we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe, so\n\nSleep if you want, Nytol will help you get your Z's, troop\nBut here's the real scoop\nI'm all that and then some; short, dark, and handsome\nBust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from\nI'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\nMy days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge me as in there\n(Yeah!) Head for the border, go get a taco\nWatch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\nSit back, relax, and let yourself go\nDon't sweat what you heard, but act like you know\n\nYes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!)\nWho got the vibe? It's the Tribe, y'all! (Tribe, y'all!)\nReal live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\nInside, outside, come around\n(Who's that?) Brown!\n\nSo, may I say, call me Charlie\nThe word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\nLay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\nCan I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\nWith a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\nEast coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\nNew York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n\nChecka-checka-check it out!\nThe loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\nAnd wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\nWe're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\nIt's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\nFrom radio, to the video, to Arsenio\nTell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n\n(True, blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo\nScenarios, radios, rates more than four\nScores for the s'mores that smother dance floors\nNow I go for mine, shades of sea shore\nShip-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes\nPapes make drakes baked for the wakes\nOf an (L-ah-!), an (-eader!), simply just a leader\nBase in the space means peace, see ya later\n\nLater (Later!) Later, alligator\nPop blows the weasel and the urge to inflate her\nSo, yo, the D, what! The O\nIncorporated I-N-C into a flow\nFunk flipped, flat back, first this, foul, fight, fight, fight, laugh\nYo, how'd that sound? (Ooh!)\n\nIt's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)\nNever on the left, 'cause my right's my good ear (ear!)\nI could give a damn about a ill subliminal\nStay away from crime, so I ain't no (criminal!)\nI love my young nation, groovy sensation\nNo time for hibernation, only elation\nDon't ever try to test the water, little kid\nYo, Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did\n\nI heard you rushed and rushed (and attacked!)\nThen they rebuked and you (had to smack!)\nCausin' rambunction throughout the sphere\nRaise the levels of the boom inside the ear-\nYou know I did it\n\nSo, don't violate or you'll get violated\nThe hip-hop sound is well agitated\nWon't ever waste no time on a played out ego\nSo, here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario:\n\nWatch; as I combine all the juice from the mind\nHeel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind\nPowerful impact (boom!) from the cannon!\nNot braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine\nVo-cab-u-lary's necessary, when diggin' into my library\nOh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!\nEatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\nUnh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\nUnh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!\n\nAs I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\nWhen I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron\nRawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon\nChange your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\nTry to step to this, I will twist you in a turban\nAnd have you smellin' rank like some old, stale urine\n\nChickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\nThe rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kickin'\nYo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\nThe rhythm is in sync (unh!), the rhymes are on time (time!)\nRippin' up the sound just like Horatio\nObserve the vibe and check out the scenario\n\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo (yeah, my man, motherfucker!)\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.07] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[00:11.23] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[00:13.67] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[00:15.93] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[00:18.36] A-yo, Bo knows this (what?) 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Head for the border, go get a taco\n[00:53.89] Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\n[00:56.44] Sit back, relax, and let yourself go\n[00:58.78] Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know\n[01:00.85] Yes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!)\n[01:02.44] Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe, y'all! (Tribe, y'all!)\n[01:04.48] Real live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\n[01:05.88] Inside, outside, come around\n[01:08.56] (Who's that?) Brown!\n[01:10.57] So, may I say, call me Charlie\n[01:12.97] The word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\n[01:15.36] Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\n[01:19.47] Can I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\n[01:22.23] With a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\n[01:24.60] East coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\n[01:27.74] New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n[01:30.35] Checka-checka-check it out!\n[01:31.75] The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\n[01:34.08] And wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\n[01:36.53] We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\n[01:39.82] It's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\n[01:43.35] From radio, to the video, to Arsenio\n[01:46.01] Tell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n[01:48.39] (True, blue!) 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(Ooh!)\n[02:21.20] It's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)\n[02:23.71] Never on the left, 'cause my right's my good ear (ear!)\n[02:26.13] I could give a damn about a ill subliminal\n[02:28.47] Stay away from crime, so I ain't no (criminal!)\n[02:30.76] I love my young nation, groovy sensation\n[02:33.20] No time for hibernation, only elation\n[02:35.52] Don't ever try to test the water, little kid\n[02:37.89] Yo, Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did\n[02:39.58] I heard you rushed and rushed (and attacked!)\n[02:42.06] Then they rebuked and you (had to smack!)\n[02:44.43] Causin' rambunction throughout the sphere\n[02:46.53] Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear-\n[02:48.75] You know I did it\n[02:49.57] So, don't violate or you'll get violated\n[02:51.95] The hip-hop sound is well agitated\n[02:54.39] Won't ever waste no time on a played out ego\n[02:56.78] So, here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario:\n[02:58.73] Watch; as I combine all the juice from the mind\n[03:01.57] Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind\n[03:03.91] Powerful impact (boom!) from the cannon!\n[03:06.17] Not braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine\n[03:08.68] Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary, when diggin' into my library\n[03:13.32] Oh, my gosh! 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(Tribe, y'all!)\n  Real live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\n  Inside, outside, come around\n  (Who's that?) Brown!\n\n  So, may I say, call me Charlie\n  The word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\n  Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\n  Can I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\n  With a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\n  East coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\n  New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n\n  Checka-checka-check it out!\n  The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\n  And wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\n  We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\n  It's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\n  From radio, to the video, to Arsenio\n  Tell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n\n  (True, blue!) 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Oh, my gosh!\n  Eatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\n  Unh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\n  Unh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!\n\n  As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\n  When I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron\n  Rawr! Rawr! 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The Di-Dawg is first up to bat\nNo batteries included, and no strings attached\nNo holds barred, no time for move-fakin'\nGots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\nBrothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\nBut we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe, so\n\nSleep if you want, Nytol will help you get your Z's, troop\nBut here's the real scoop\nI'm all that and then some; short, dark, and handsome\nBust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from\nI'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\nMy days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge me as in there\n(Yeah!) Head for the border, go get a taco\nWatch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\nSit back, relax, and let yourself go\nDon't sweat what you heard, but act like you know\n\nYes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!)\nWho got the vibe? It's the Tribe, y'all! (Tribe, y'all!)\nReal live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\nInside, outside, come around\n(Who's that?) Brown!\n\nSo, may I say, call me Charlie\nThe word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\nLay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\nCan I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\nWith a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\nEast coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\nNew York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n\nChecka-checka-check it out!\nThe loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\nAnd wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\nWe're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\nIt's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\nFrom radio, to the video, to Arsenio\nTell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n\n(True, blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo\nScenarios, radios, rates more than four\nScores for the s'mores that smother dance floors\nNow I go for mine, shades of sea shore\nShip-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes\nPapes make drakes baked for the wakes\nOf an (L-ah-!), an (-eader!), simply just a leader\nBase in the space means peace, see ya later\n\nLater (Later!) Later, alligator\nPop blows the weasel and the urge to inflate her\nSo, yo, the D, what! The O\nIncorporated I-N-C into a flow\nFunk flipped, flat back, first this, foul, fight, fight, fight, laugh\nYo, how'd that sound? (Ooh!)\n\nIt's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)\nNever on the left, 'cause my right's my good ear (ear!)\nI could give a damn about a ill subliminal\nStay away from crime, so I ain't no (criminal!)\nI love my young nation, groovy sensation\nNo time for hibernation, only elation\nDon't ever try to test the water, little kid\nYo, Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did\n\nI heard you rushed and rushed (and attacked!)\nThen they rebuked and you (had to smack!)\nCausin' rambunction throughout the sphere\nRaise the levels of the boom inside the ear-\nYou know I did it\n\nSo, don't violate or you'll get violated\nThe hip-hop sound is well agitated\nWon't ever waste no time on a played out ego\nSo, here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario:\n\nWatch; as I combine all the juice from the mind\nHeel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind\nPowerful impact (boom!) from the cannon!\nNot braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine\nVo-cab-u-lary's necessary, when diggin' into my library\nOh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!\nEatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\nUnh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\nUnh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!\n\nAs I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\nWhen I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron\nRawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon\nChange your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\nTry to step to this, I will twist you in a turban\nAnd have you smellin' rank like some old, stale urine\n\nChickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\nThe rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kickin'\nYo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\nThe rhythm is in sync (unh!), the rhymes are on time (time!)\nRippin' up the sound just like Horatio\nObserve the vibe and check out the scenario\n\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo (yeah, my man, motherfucker!)\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.09] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[00:11.20] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[00:13.70] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[00:15.97] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[00:18.34] A-yo, Bo knows this (what?) 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Head for the border, go get a taco\n[00:53.81] Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\n[00:56.44] Sit back, relax, and let yourself go\n[00:58.75] Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know\n[01:00.80] Yes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!)\n[01:02.43] Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe, y'all! (Tribe, y'all!)\n[01:04.43] Real live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\n[01:05.86] Inside, outside, come around\n[01:08.53] (Who's that?) Brown!\n[01:10.57] So, may I say, call me Charlie\n[01:12.91] The word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\n[01:15.40] Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\n[01:19.45] Can I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\n[01:22.29] With a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\n[01:24.60] East coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\n[01:27.76] New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n[01:30.34] Checka-checka-check it out!\n[01:31.75] The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\n[01:34.05] And wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\n[01:36.54] We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\n[01:39.88] It's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\n[01:43.35] From radio, to the video, to Arsenio\n[01:46.02] Tell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n[01:48.38] (True, blue!) 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(Tribe, y'all!)\n  Real live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\n  Inside, outside, come around\n  (Who's that?) Brown!\n\n  So, may I say, call me Charlie\n  The word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\n  Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\n  Can I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\n  With a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\n  East coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\n  New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n\n  Checka-checka-check it out!\n  The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\n  And wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\n  We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\n  It's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\n  From radio, to the video, to Arsenio\n  Tell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n\n  (True, blue!) 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(Live, y'all!)\nInside, outside, come around\n(Who's that?) Brown!\n\nSo, may I say, call me Charlie\nThe word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\nLay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\nCan I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\nWith a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\nEast coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\nNew York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n\nChecka-checka-check it out!\nThe loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\nAnd wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\nWe're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\nIt's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\nFrom radio, to the video, to Arsenio\nTell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n\n(True, blue!) 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(Tribe, y'all!)\n  Real live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\n  Inside, outside, come around\n  (Who's that?) Brown!\n\n  So, may I say, call me Charlie\n  The word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\n  Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\n  Can I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\n  With a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\n  East coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\n  New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n\n  Checka-checka-check it out!\n  The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\n  And wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\n  We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\n  It's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\n  From radio, to the video, to Arsenio\n  Tell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n\n  (True, blue!) 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Oh, my gosh!\n  Eatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\n  Unh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\n  Unh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!\n\n  As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\n  When I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron\n  Rawr! Rawr! 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(Live, y'all!)\nInside, outside, come around\n(Who's that?) Brown!\n\nSo, may I say, call me Charlie\nThe word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\nLay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\nCan I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\nWith a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\nEast coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\nNew York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n\nChecka-checka-check it out!\nThe loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\nAnd wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\nWe're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\nIt's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\nFrom radio, to the video, to Arsenio\nTell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n\n(True, blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo\nScenarios, radios, rates more than four\nScores for the s'mores that smother dance floors\nNow I go for mine, shades of sea shore\nShip-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes\nPapes make drakes baked for the wakes\nOf an (L-ah-!), an (-eader!), simply just a leader\nBase in the space means peace, see ya later\n\nLater (Later!) Later, alligator\nPop blows the weasel and the urge to inflate her\nSo, yo, the D, what! The O\nIncorporated I-N-C into a flow\nFunk flipped, flat back, first this, foul, fight, fight, fight, laugh\nYo, how'd that sound? (Ooh!)\n\nIt's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)\nNever on the left, 'cause my right's my good ear (ear!)\nI could give a damn about a ill subliminal\nStay away from crime, so I ain't no (criminal!)\nI love my young nation, groovy sensation\nNo time for hibernation, only elation\nDon't ever try to test the water, little kid\nYo, Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did\n\nI heard you rushed and rushed (and attacked!)\nThen they rebuked and you (had to smack!)\nCausin' rambunction throughout the sphere\nRaise the levels of the boom inside the ear-\nYou know I did it\n\nSo, don't violate or you'll get violated\nThe hip-hop sound is well agitated\nWon't ever waste no time on a played out ego\nSo, here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario:\n\nWatch; as I combine all the juice from the mind\nHeel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind\nPowerful impact (boom!) from the cannon!\nNot braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine\nVo-cab-u-lary's necessary, when diggin' into my library\nOh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!\nEatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\nUnh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\nUnh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!\n\nAs I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\nWhen I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron\nRawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon\nChange your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\nTry to step to this, I will twist you in a turban\nAnd have you smellin' rank like some old, stale urine\n\nChickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\nThe rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kickin'\nYo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\nThe rhythm is in sync (unh!), the rhymes are on time (time!)\nRippin' up the sound just like Horatio\nObserve the vibe and check out the scenario\n\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo (yeah, my man, motherfucker!)\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.02] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[00:11.27] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[00:13.62] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[00:15.93] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[00:18.34] A-yo, Bo knows this (what?) And Bo knows that (what?)\n[00:21.04] But Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap\n[00:23.01] Well, what do you know? The Di-Dawg is first up to bat\n[00:25.75] No batteries included, and no strings attached\n[00:28.18] No holds barred, no time for move-fakin'\n[00:30.53] Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\n[00:32.87] Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\n[00:34.85] But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe, so\n[00:37.69] Sleep if you want, Nytol will help you get your Z's, troop\n[00:40.62] But here's the real scoop\n[00:42.27] I'm all that and then some; short, dark, and handsome\n[00:44.47] Bust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from\n[00:46.96] I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\n[00:49.06] My days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge me as in there\n[00:51.61] (Yeah!) Head for the border, go get a taco\n[00:53.88] Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\n[00:56.44] Sit back, relax, and let yourself go\n[00:58.70] Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know\n[01:00.87] Yes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!)\n[01:02.46] Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe, y'all! (Tribe, y'all!)\n[01:04.43] Real live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\n[01:05.81] Inside, outside, come around\n[01:08.56] (Who's that?) Brown!\n[01:10.52] So, may I say, call me Charlie\n[01:12.98] The word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\n[01:15.32] Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\n[01:19.47] Can I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\n[01:22.29] With a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\n[01:24.60] East coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\n[01:27.78] New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n[01:30.30] Checka-checka-check it out!\n[01:31.74] The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\n[01:34.02] And wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\n[01:36.51] We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\n[01:39.88] It's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\n[01:43.31] From radio, to the video, to Arsenio\n[01:46.06] Tell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n[01:48.36] (True, blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo\n[01:50.65] Scenarios, radios, rates more than four\n[01:53.06] Scores for the s'mores that smother dance floors\n[01:55.49] Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore\n[01:57.72] Ship-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes\n[02:00.22] Papes make drakes baked for the wakes\n[02:02.24] Of an (L-ah-!), an (-eader!), simply just a leader\n[02:04.89] Base in the space means peace, see ya later\n[02:07.24] Later (Later!) Later, alligator\n[02:09.51] Pop blows the weasel and the urge to inflate her\n[02:11.82] So, yo, the D, what! The O\n[02:13.54] Incorporated I-N-C into a flow\n[02:16.09] Funk flipped, flat back, first this, foul, fight, fight, fight, laugh\n[02:19.18] Yo, how'd that sound? (Ooh!)\n[02:21.16] It's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)\n[02:23.79] Never on the left, 'cause my right's my good ear (ear!)\n[02:26.13] I could give a damn about a ill subliminal\n[02:28.48] Stay away from crime, so I ain't no (criminal!)\n[02:30.76] I love my young nation, groovy sensation\n[02:33.16] No time for hibernation, only elation\n[02:35.53] Don't ever try to test the water, little kid\n[02:37.86] Yo, Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did\n[02:39.54] I heard you rushed and rushed (and attacked!)\n[02:42.00] Then they rebuked and you (had to smack!)\n[02:44.46] Causin' rambunction throughout the sphere\n[02:46.57] Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear-\n[02:48.72] You know I did it\n[02:49.58] So, don't violate or you'll get violated\n[02:51.95] The hip-hop sound is well agitated\n[02:54.31] Won't ever waste no time on a played out ego\n[02:56.73] So, here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario:\n[02:58.71] Watch; as I combine all the juice from the mind\n[03:01.58] Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind\n[03:03.99] Powerful impact (boom!) from the cannon!\n[03:06.19] Not braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine\n[03:08.69] Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary, when diggin' into my library\n[03:13.33] Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!\n[03:15.74] Eatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\n[03:18.08] Unh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\n[03:20.36] Unh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!\n[03:22.84] As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\n[03:25.11] When I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron\n[03:27.49] Rawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon\n[03:29.82] Change your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\n[03:32.18] Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban\n[03:34.46] And have you smellin' rank like some old, stale urine\n[03:36.92] Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\n[03:39.21] The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kickin'\n[03:41.52] Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\n[03:43.99] The rhythm is in sync (unh!), the rhymes are on time (time!)\n[03:46.47] Rippin' up the sound just like Horatio\n[03:48.76] Observe the vibe and check out the scenario\n[03:50.84] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo (yeah, my man, motherfucker!)\n[03:53.22] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[03:55.46] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[03:57.81] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:00.19] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[04:02.47] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:04.98] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[04:07.15] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:08.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scenario\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: Scenario\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n  start_ms: 9020\n  end_ms: 11270\n- text: So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  start_ms: 11270\n  end_ms: 13620\n- text: Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n  start_ms: 13620\n  end_ms: 15930\n- text: So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  start_ms: 15930\n  end_ms: 18340\n- text: A-yo, Bo knows this (what?) 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(Tribe, y'all!)\n  Real live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\n  Inside, outside, come around\n  (Who's that?) Brown!\n\n  So, may I say, call me Charlie\n  The word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\n  Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\n  Can I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\n  With a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\n  East coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\n  New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n\n  Checka-checka-check it out!\n  The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\n  And wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\n  We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\n  It's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\n  From radio, to the video, to Arsenio\n  Tell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n\n  (True, blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo\n  Scenarios, radios, rates more than four\n  Scores for the s'mores that smother dance floors\n  Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore\n  Ship-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes\n  Papes make drakes baked for the wakes\n  Of an (L-ah-!), an (-eader!), simply just a leader\n  Base in the space means peace, see ya later\n\n  Later (Later!) Later, alligator\n  Pop blows the weasel and the urge to inflate her\n  So, yo, the D, what! The O\n  Incorporated I-N-C into a flow\n  Funk flipped, flat back, first this, foul, fight, fight, fight, laugh\n  Yo, how'd that sound? (Ooh!)\n\n  It's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)\n  Never on the left, 'cause my right's my good ear (ear!)\n  I could give a damn about a ill subliminal\n  Stay away from crime, so I ain't no (criminal!)\n  I love my young nation, groovy sensation\n  No time for hibernation, only elation\n  Don't ever try to test the water, little kid\n  Yo, Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did\n\n  I heard you rushed and rushed (and attacked!)\n  Then they rebuked and you (had to smack!)\n  Causin' rambunction throughout the sphere\n  Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear-\n  You know I did it\n\n  So, don't violate or you'll get violated\n  The hip-hop sound is well agitated\n  Won't ever waste no time on a played out ego\n  So, here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario:\n\n  Watch; as I combine all the juice from the mind\n  Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind\n  Powerful impact (boom!) from the cannon!\n  Not braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine\n  Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary, when diggin' into my library\n  Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!\n  Eatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\n  Unh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\n  Unh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!\n\n  As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\n  When I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron\n  Rawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon\n  Change your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\n  Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban\n  And have you smellin' rank like some old, stale urine\n\n  Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\n  The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kickin'\n  Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\n  The rhythm is in sync (unh!), the rhymes are on time (time!)\n  Rippin' up the sound just like Horatio\n  Observe the vibe and check out the scenario\n\n  Here we go, yo, here we go, yo (yeah, my man, motherfucker!)\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n"},{"id":24335818,"name":"05. A Tribe Called Quest - Scenario","trackName":"05. A Tribe Called Quest - Scenario","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"The Anthology","duration":250.48815,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n\nAyo, Bo knows this (What?) and Bo knows that (What?)\nBut Bo don't know jack 'cause Bo can't rap\nWell what do you know? The Dawg is first up to bat\nNo batteries included and no strings attached\nNo holds barred, no time for move fakin'\nGots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\nBrothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\nBut we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe\nSo, sleep if you want, Nyquil will help you get your Z's, troop\nBut here's the real scoop\nI'm all that and then some, short, dark and handsome\nBust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from\nI'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\nMy days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge we is in there (Yeah!)\nHead for the border, go get a taco, watch me wreck it\nFrom the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\nSit back, relax and let yourself go\nDon't sweat what you heard but act like you know\n\nYes yes y'all (Yes y'all)\nWho got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all)\nWe're live y'all (Live y'all)\nInside, outside, come around\n(Who's that?) Brown\nSome may, I say, call me Charlie\nThe word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley\nLay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates\n(Contact!) Can I get a hit? (Hit!)\nBoom bip, with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip\nEast Coast stompin', rippin' and rompin'\nNew York, North Cakalaka and Compton\nChecka-checka-check it out, the loops for the troops\nMore bounce to the ounce and wow, how now\nWow, how now, Brown cow\nWe're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next\nIs the textbook old to the new but the rest are doo-doo\nFrom radio to the video to Arsenio\nTell me, yo, what's the scenario?\n\nTrue blue, Scooby Doo, whoopie doo\nScenarios, radios, rates more than four\nScores for the smores that smother dance floors\nNow I go for mine, shades of sea shore\nShip shape, crushed grapes, eights that play tapes\nPapes make drakes grace for the race\nOf an (L-er, an E-er) Simply just a leader\nBase in the space means peace, see you later\nLater (Later!) Later alligator\nPop blows the weasel and the herbs are inflator\nSo yo, the D what? The O\nIncorporated I-N-C into a flow\nFunk flipped flat back first this foul\nFight, fight, fight, laugh, yo, how'd that sound? (Ooh)\n\nIt's a Leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (Here!)\nNever on the left 'cause my right's my good ear (Ear!)\nI could give a damn about a ill subliminal\nStay away from crime so I ain't no (Criminal!)\nI love my young nation, groovy sensation\nNo time for hibernation, only elation\nDon't ever try to test the water, little kid\nYo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did\n\nI heard you rushed and rushed and attacked\nThen they rebuked and you had to smack\nCausin' rambunction throughout the sphere\nRaise the levels of the boom inside the ear\n(You know I did it)\nSo don't violate or you'll get violated\nThe hip-hop sound is well agitated\nWe'll never waste no time on a played out ego\nSo here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario\n\nWatch as I combine all the juice from the mind\nHeel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind\nPowerful impact (Boom!) from the cannon, not braggin'\nTry to read my mind, just imagine\nVocabulary's necessary\nWhen diggin' in the mind library\nOh my gosh, oh my gosh\nEating Eitel Stew like the one Peter Tosh\nUh, uh, uh, all over the track, man\nUh, pardon me, uh, as I come back\nAs I did it, well I had to beg your pardon\nWhen I travel through the town I roll with the squadron\nRawr, rawr, like a dungeon dragon\nChange your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\nTry to step to this I will twist you in a turban\nAnd have you smellin' rank like some old stale urine\nChickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\nThe rear cock diesel, my cheeks they were kickin'\nYo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\nThe rhythm is in sync (Uh!), the rhymes are on top (Top!)\nRippin' up the sound just like Horatio\nObserve the vibe and check out the scenario\n\nHere we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 05. A Tribe Called Quest - Scenario\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: The Anthology\n  duration_ms: 250488\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Here we go yo, here we go yo\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  Here we go yo, here we go yo\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n\n  Ayo, Bo knows this (What?) and Bo knows that (What?)\n  But Bo don't know jack 'cause Bo can't rap\n  Well what do you know? The Dawg is first up to bat\n  No batteries included and no strings attached\n  No holds barred, no time for move fakin'\n  Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\n  Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\n  But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe\n  So, sleep if you want, Nyquil will help you get your Z's, troop\n  But here's the real scoop\n  I'm all that and then some, short, dark and handsome\n  Bust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from\n  I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\n  My days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge we is in there (Yeah!)\n  Head for the border, go get a taco, watch me wreck it\n  From the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\n  Sit back, relax and let yourself go\n  Don't sweat what you heard but act like you know\n\n  Yes yes y'all (Yes y'all)\n  Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all)\n  We're live y'all (Live y'all)\n  Inside, outside, come around\n  (Who's that?) Brown\n  Some may, I say, call me Charlie\n  The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley\n  Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates\n  (Contact!) Can I get a hit? (Hit!)\n  Boom bip, with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip\n  East Coast stompin', rippin' and rompin'\n  New York, North Cakalaka and Compton\n  Checka-checka-check it out, the loops for the troops\n  More bounce to the ounce and wow, how now\n  Wow, how now, Brown cow\n  We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next\n  Is the textbook old to the new but the rest are doo-doo\n  From radio to the video to Arsenio\n  Tell me, yo, what's the scenario?\n\n  True blue, Scooby Doo, whoopie doo\n  Scenarios, radios, rates more than four\n  Scores for the smores that smother dance floors\n  Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore\n  Ship shape, crushed grapes, eights that play tapes\n  Papes make drakes grace for the race\n  Of an (L-er, an E-er) Simply just a leader\n  Base in the space means peace, see you later\n  Later (Later!) Later alligator\n  Pop blows the weasel and the herbs are inflator\n  So yo, the D what? The O\n  Incorporated I-N-C into a flow\n  Funk flipped flat back first this foul\n  Fight, fight, fight, laugh, yo, how'd that sound? (Ooh)\n\n  It's a Leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (Here!)\n  Never on the left 'cause my right's my good ear (Ear!)\n  I could give a damn about a ill subliminal\n  Stay away from crime so I ain't no (Criminal!)\n  I love my young nation, groovy sensation\n  No time for hibernation, only elation\n  Don't ever try to test the water, little kid\n  Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did\n\n  I heard you rushed and rushed and attacked\n  Then they rebuked and you had to smack\n  Causin' rambunction throughout the sphere\n  Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear\n  (You know I did it)\n  So don't violate or you'll get violated\n  The hip-hop sound is well agitated\n  We'll never waste no time on a played out ego\n  So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario\n\n  Watch as I combine all the juice from the mind\n  Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind\n  Powerful impact (Boom!) from the cannon, not braggin'\n  Try to read my mind, just imagine\n  Vocabulary's necessary\n  When diggin' in the mind library\n  Oh my gosh, oh my gosh\n  Eating Eitel Stew like the one Peter Tosh\n  Uh, uh, uh, all over the track, man\n  Uh, pardon me, uh, as I come back\n  As I did it, well I had to beg your pardon\n  When I travel through the town I roll with the squadron\n  Rawr, rawr, like a dungeon dragon\n  Change your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\n  Try to step to this I will twist you in a turban\n  And have you smellin' rank like some old stale urine\n  Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\n  The rear cock diesel, my cheeks they were kickin'\n  Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\n  The rhythm is in sync (Uh!), the rhymes are on top (Top!)\n  Rippin' up the sound just like Horatio\n  Observe the vibe and check out the scenario\n\n  Here we go yo, here we go yo\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  Here we go yo, here we go yo\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  Here we go yo, here we go yo\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  Here we go yo, here we go yo\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n"},{"id":21582329,"name":"Scenario (Remix)","trackName":"Scenario (Remix)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"The Best of A Tribe Called Que","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring leaders of the new school, hood\nBusta rhymes:\nHere in 1992, we present the fabulous what's the scenario remix\nWhere as there are 7 mcs.\nSix which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence\nAnd he goes by the name of, uh... hood!\nHood:\nCheck the vibe, punk that ass again, god\n'F' it (shiitt!)! i lay buckshots\nHood, madman, i rip up stages\nLay down your wages, i'm wild like larry davis\nExtra, extra, pick up a clip. i'll tear that ass out the frame (huh!)\nAnd grab my dick(oh!)\nBy the beats that i bump, i kick and drop bombs\nI'm rugged and deadly, so i shit on the petty\nA musical badder bastard, i'm bad news\nI'm crazy and clever, cut holes in crews\nDeath on the phono, my skills are dolo\nYou say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo\nI bag up waste, electrifying, i'm primetime\nI slaughter slime, i'm the greatest of all time\nSick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga\nPump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the river\nTwo tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can (say what, say what!)\nI'm a bad, bad man\nPhife:\nQuick is how i flip from the tip of the lip\nPunchin out hits like gladys knight and the pips\nThe 5 foot assassin has just raided your area\nYour booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason why i'm hearin ya (so!)\nPull out the red carpet cuz i'm kickin this\nVanilla ice platinum? that shit's ridiculous\nExcuse my french, but profanity is all i knew\nAnd to you other sellouts, oh yeah, 'f' you too\nAnd let it be known, i'm not the one to step to\nYou better off callin d-nice to your rescue\nFreestyle fanatic, probably the best around\nAs for corny mcs, like chuck d, i 'shut 'em down'\nThe artical don of hip-hop and i won't stop\nThe 5 foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop\nSo do like michael jackson and 'remember the time'(do you remember?)\nPut on your dancin shoes or somethin cuz you sho' can't rhyme\nMilo:\n(Big up big up!) into new eternity\nNext was said somethin that complies onto me\nWhat does it take to check a technique (many styles, many styles!)\nHostile heat brings forth the energy\nMilo in the dance is the new identity\nOne, two mic check, select for the ruffneck\nAt a 10 to 1 bet, i come correct!\nIn my cyphers are blocks, i bring box to connect with knots\nSo i can grow dreadlocks\nMaintain the rock don't stop the rock!)\nMaintain the rock (don't stop the rock!)\nKick it right, then not, e. watt said not\nI put my mug up, so fair is fair\nSo c. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\nC. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\nCharlie brown:\nMakin moves y'all (moves y'all!)\nOn and on and on (checka, check it out!)\nTo the breaka, breakadawn (who's that?!?)\nGuess, one of the lons and a tribe called quest\n(East coast!) to west\nRemixed mad kick more than metallica\nTo all ends like the battlestar gallactica\nStampin, stompin, rompin compton\n(People all over the world!) i'm promptin (style!)\nPick a style, any style, strong isle\nRepresentation, sensationalization\nScenario for the radio, bls and kiss, so\n(Here we go, yo!) yeah\nForce, main source lp on the rise\nIn living color was seen through original eyes\nAnd i'm out like shout, ooh ahh, ooh ahh\n(Ooh ahh, ooh ahh!) there it is baby par\nDinco:\nVine, limb on a limb, slim chim\nP i am, there i am (there i am!)\nDon't run from a blim\nSight be be right, be polite for mice like a mike\nSee sick, see syke\nAnd slip away and off to the poconos\nSpot bring the flows, might swing the fruity poles\nYamaha (yay-ha-may!)\nLet's split the funk, now it all spells (hey!)\nEnough, enough, misfitted i'm with it\nIf i did it, i would split it and probably shouldn't have quit\nCuz yo, my public status act knight like gladys\nTake rest space tests and yo, i'm like the maddest\nMale, not female, hail from unidel\nBounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelled\nIn the hallway always ringin with a ho!\nThis is my 2 times 9 on the scenario\nQ-tip:\nCheck it out everybody, rhymes and mics\nBlack mens gettin hip, doin what they like!\nEight black brothas in the public eye\nIf you listen very close, then i'll tell you why\nHood!, phife, milo, dinco and c. brown\nShaheed, myself and busta bust brown\nWill commence to rock (rock!), so bring on the flocks (flocks!)\nInterrogation for the knockin of the box\nThe boom-box ruler controls the medula\nNone come cooler, i win like shula\nSo bust out the moves as you start to pursue her\nIntensified mind, non blunt consumer\nTip will come booty (well, it's only a rumor!)\nThe beat is so sick, that it starts brain tumors (tumors!)\nPeace to hood baby from the midnight crooner\nSmoke him up later, if not, then sooner\nBusta rhymes:\nHey what we gon do! in '92, even though we had fun! in '91\nQuick to turn my day, all things comin down\nRun up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground\nWhat's goin on my man (god damn!) and now my brain is hurtin\nBusta, rhythm will hit 'em, then i get 'em\nRip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then i will sit on 'em\nOpen up your mouth if you want the food\nTake in full, flipmode, cuz i'm in the mood, uh-heh, uh-heh\nYeah man, that's how it goes\nBody drippin with blood comin out your nose\nGive me a band-aid, what are you askin for? (more!)\nAll in your secret and pure\nAdverse, they said, check it and i bust a new rap\nRap, busta rhymes, and bust this wicked rap\nYeah y'all in '92, i'm packin my ant spray (anyway!)\nTickle it, tribe called quest, leaders of the new school\nMad brothas would still think... rhow, rhow, rhow!\nTo my dragon, baby, stop whining\nI see my influence still shining\nMore crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo\nThat's the scenario!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.72] Featuring leaders of the new school, hood\n[00:01.58] Busta rhymes:\n[00:01.88] Here in 1992, we present the fabulous what's the scenario remix\n[00:07.86] Where as there are 7 mcs.\n[00:10.33] Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence\n[00:14.83] And he goes by the name of, uh... hood!\n[00:18.84] Hood:\n[00:19.87] Check the vibe, punk that ass again, god\n[00:21.45] 'F' it (shiitt!)! i lay buckshots\n[00:23.79] Hood, madman, i rip up stages\n[00:25.88] Lay down your wages, i'm wild like larry davis\n[00:28.43] Extra, extra, pick up a clip. i'll tear that ass out the frame (huh!)\n[00:31.96] And grab my dick(oh!)\n[00:33.00] By the beats that i bump, i kick and drop bombs\n[00:35.27] I'm rugged and deadly, so i shit on the petty\n[00:37.58] A musical badder bastard, i'm bad news\n[00:40.01] I'm crazy and clever, cut holes in crews\n[00:42.47] Death on the phono, my skills are dolo\n[00:44.60] You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo\n[00:46.85] I bag up waste, electrifying, i'm primetime\n[00:49.54] I slaughter slime, i'm the greatest of all time\n[00:51.75] Sick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga\n[00:53.77] Pump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the river\n[00:56.57] Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can (say what, say what!)\n[00:59.84] I'm a bad, bad man\n[01:00.97] Phife:\n[01:01.37] Quick is how i flip from the tip of the lip\n[01:03.48] Punchin out hits like gladys knight and the pips\n[01:05.93] The 5 foot assassin has just raided your area\n[01:08.83] Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason why i'm hearin ya (so!)\n[01:11.38] Pull out the red carpet cuz i'm kickin this\n[01:13.86] Vanilla ice platinum? that shit's ridiculous\n[01:16.02] Excuse my french, but profanity is all i knew\n[01:18.47] And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, 'f' you too\n[01:21.03] And let it be known, i'm not the one to step to\n[01:23.26] You better off callin d-nice to your rescue\n[01:25.40] Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around\n[01:27.17] As for corny mcs, like chuck d, i 'shut 'em down'\n[01:29.33] The artical don of hip-hop and i won't stop\n[01:31.56] The 5 foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop\n[01:34.56] So do like michael jackson and 'remember the time'(do you remember?)\n[01:36.91] Put on your dancin shoes or somethin cuz you sho' can't rhyme\n[01:38.89] Milo:\n[01:39.13] (Big up big up!) into new eternity\n[01:41.02] Next was said somethin that complies onto me\n[01:43.77] What does it take to check a technique (many styles, many styles!)\n[01:48.22] Hostile heat brings forth the energy\n[01:50.53] Milo in the dance is the new identity\n[01:52.74] One, two mic check, select for the ruffneck\n[01:55.23] At a 10 to 1 bet, i come correct!\n[01:57.69] In my cyphers are blocks, i bring box to connect with knots\n[02:00.79] So i can grow dreadlocks\n[02:02.79] Maintain the rock don't stop the rock!)\n[02:04.66] Maintain the rock (don't stop the rock!)\n[02:06.86] Kick it right, then not, e. watt said not\n[02:09.33] I put my mug up, so fair is fair\n[02:11.74] So c. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\n[02:13.84] C. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\n[02:16.43] Charlie brown:\n[02:16.67] Makin moves y'all (moves y'all!)\n[02:17.88] On and on and on (checka, check it out!)\n[02:21.00] To the breaka, breakadawn (who's that?!?)\n[02:22.54] Guess, one of the lons and a tribe called quest\n[02:25.41] (East coast!) to west\n[02:26.87] Remixed mad kick more than metallica\n[02:29.17] To all ends like the battlestar gallactica\n[02:31.57] Stampin, stompin, rompin compton\n[02:34.07] (People all over the world!) i'm promptin (style!)\n[02:36.43] Pick a style, any style, strong isle\n[02:38.70] Representation, sensationalization\n[02:40.93] Scenario for the radio, bls and kiss, so\n[02:44.20] (Here we go, yo!) yeah\n[02:45.62] Force, main source lp on the rise\n[02:48.03] In living color was seen through original eyes\n[02:50.24] And i'm out like shout, ooh ahh, ooh ahh\n[02:52.84] (Ooh ahh, ooh ahh!) there it is baby par\n[02:55.01] Dinco:\n[03:04.26] Vine, limb on a limb, slim chim\n[03:06.28] P i am, there i am (there i am!)\n[03:07.66] Don't run from a blim\n[03:09.49] Sight be be right, be polite for mice like a mike\n[03:12.07] See sick, see syke\n[03:14.15] And slip away and off to the poconos\n[03:16.48] Spot bring the flows, might swing the fruity poles\n[03:18.74] Yamaha (yay-ha-may!)\n[03:20.92] Let's split the funk, now it all spells (hey!)\n[03:23.52] Enough, enough, misfitted i'm with it\n[03:25.88] If i did it, i would split it and probably shouldn't have quit\n[03:28.17] Cuz yo, my public status act knight like gladys\n[03:30.54] Take rest space tests and yo, i'm like the maddest\n[03:33.06] Male, not female, hail from unidel\n[03:35.15] Bounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelled\n[03:37.54] In the hallway always ringin with a ho!\n[03:39.80] This is my 2 times 9 on the scenario\n[03:41.96] Q-tip:\n[03:42.21] Check it out everybody, rhymes and mics\n[03:43.67] Black mens gettin hip, doin what they like!\n[03:45.93] Eight black brothas in the public eye\n[03:48.28] If you listen very close, then i'll tell you why\n[03:50.61] Hood!, phife, milo, dinco and c. brown\n[03:52.94] Shaheed, myself and busta bust brown\n[03:55.42] Will commence to rock (rock!), so bring on the flocks (flocks!)\n[03:58.11] Interrogation for the knockin of the box\n[04:00.26] The boom-box ruler controls the medula\n[04:02.46] None come cooler, i win like shula\n[04:04.75] So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her\n[04:07.21] Intensified mind, non blunt consumer\n[04:09.67] Tip will come booty (well, it's only a rumor!)\n[04:11.92] The beat is so sick, that it starts brain tumors (tumors!)\n[04:14.59] Peace to hood baby from the midnight crooner\n[04:16.74] Smoke him up later, if not, then sooner\n[04:18.93] Busta rhymes:\n[04:19.37] Hey what we gon do! in '92, even though we had fun! in '91\n[04:23.49] Quick to turn my day, all things comin down\n[04:26.01] Run up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground\n[04:28.31] What's goin on my man (god damn!) and now my brain is hurtin\n[04:32.23] Busta, rhythm will hit 'em, then i get 'em\n[04:35.62] Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then i will sit on 'em\n[04:37.70] Open up your mouth if you want the food\n[04:40.19] Take in full, flipmode, cuz i'm in the mood, uh-heh, uh-heh\n[04:42.76] Yeah man, that's how it goes\n[04:45.56] Body drippin with blood comin out your nose\n[04:47.94] Give me a band-aid, what are you askin for? (more!)\n[04:51.11] All in your secret and pure\n[04:52.67] Adverse, they said, check it and i bust a new rap\n[04:55.41] Rap, busta rhymes, and bust this wicked rap\n[04:57.72] Yeah y'all in '92, i'm packin my ant spray (anyway!)\n[05:02.05] Tickle it, tribe called quest, leaders of the new school\n[05:04.94] Mad brothas would still think... rhow, rhow, rhow!\n[05:07.71] To my dragon, baby, stop whining\n[05:10.25] I see my influence still shining\n[05:12.18] More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo\n[05:15.43] That's the scenario!\n[05:17.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scenario (Remix)\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: The Best of A Tribe Called Que\n  duration_ms: 316000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Featuring leaders of the new school, hood\n  start_ms: 720\n  end_ms: 1580\n- text: 'Busta rhymes:'\n  start_ms: 1580\n  end_ms: 1880\n- text: Here in 1992, we present the fabulous what's the scenario remix\n  start_ms: 1880\n  end_ms: 7860\n- text: Where as there are 7 mcs.\n  start_ms: 7860\n  end_ms: 10330\n- text: Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence\n  start_ms: 10330\n  end_ms: 14830\n- text: And he goes by the name of, uh... hood!\n  start_ms: 14830\n  end_ms: 18840\n- text: 'Hood:'\n  start_ms: 18840\n  end_ms: 19870\n- text: Check the vibe, punk that ass again, god\n  start_ms: 19870\n  end_ms: 21450\n- text: '''F'' it (shiitt!)! i lay buckshots'\n  start_ms: 21450\n  end_ms: 23790\n- text: Hood, madman, i rip up stages\n  start_ms: 23790\n  end_ms: 25880\n- text: Lay down your wages, i'm wild like larry davis\n  start_ms: 25880\n  end_ms: 28430\n- text: Extra, extra, pick up a clip. i'll tear that ass out the frame (huh!)\n  start_ms: 28430\n  end_ms: 31960\n- text: And grab my dick(oh!)\n  start_ms: 31960\n  end_ms: 33000\n- text: By the beats that i bump, i kick and drop bombs\n  start_ms: 33000\n  end_ms: 35270\n- text: I'm rugged and deadly, so i shit on the petty\n  start_ms: 35270\n  end_ms: 37580\n- text: A musical badder bastard, i'm bad news\n  start_ms: 37580\n  end_ms: 40010\n- text: I'm crazy and clever, cut holes in crews\n  start_ms: 40010\n  end_ms: 42470\n- text: Death on the phono, my skills are dolo\n  start_ms: 42470\n  end_ms: 44600\n- text: You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo\n  start_ms: 44600\n  end_ms: 46850\n- text: I bag up waste, electrifying, i'm primetime\n  start_ms: 46850\n  end_ms: 49540\n- text: I slaughter slime, i'm the greatest of all time\n  start_ms: 49540\n  end_ms: 51750\n- text: Sick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga\n  start_ms: 51750\n  end_ms: 53770\n- text: Pump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the river\n  start_ms: 53770\n  end_ms: 56570\n- text: Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can (say what, say what!)\n  start_ms: 56570\n  end_ms: 59840\n- text: I'm a bad, bad man\n  start_ms: 59840\n  end_ms: 60970\n- text: 'Phife:'\n  start_ms: 60970\n  end_ms: 61370\n- text: Quick is how i flip from the tip of the lip\n  start_ms: 61370\n  end_ms: 63480\n- text: Punchin out hits like gladys knight and the pips\n  start_ms: 63480\n  end_ms: 65930\n- text: The 5 foot assassin has just raided your area\n  start_ms: 65930\n  end_ms: 68830\n- text: Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason why i'm hearin ya (so!)\n  start_ms: 68830\n  end_ms: 71380\n- text: Pull out the red carpet cuz i'm kickin this\n  start_ms: 71380\n  end_ms: 73860\n- text: Vanilla ice platinum? 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(more!)\n  start_ms: 287940\n  end_ms: 291110\n- text: All in your secret and pure\n  start_ms: 291110\n  end_ms: 292670\n- text: Adverse, they said, check it and i bust a new rap\n  start_ms: 292670\n  end_ms: 295410\n- text: Rap, busta rhymes, and bust this wicked rap\n  start_ms: 295410\n  end_ms: 297720\n- text: Yeah y'all in '92, i'm packin my ant spray (anyway!)\n  start_ms: 297720\n  end_ms: 302050\n- text: Tickle it, tribe called quest, leaders of the new school\n  start_ms: 302050\n  end_ms: 304940\n- text: Mad brothas would still think... rhow, rhow, rhow!\n  start_ms: 304940\n  end_ms: 307710\n- text: To my dragon, baby, stop whining\n  start_ms: 307710\n  end_ms: 310250\n- text: I see my influence still shining\n  start_ms: 310250\n  end_ms: 312180\n- text: More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo\n  start_ms: 312180\n  end_ms: 315430\n- text: That's the scenario!\n  start_ms: 315430\n  end_ms: 317360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 317360\nplain: |-\n  Featuring leaders of the new school, hood\n  Busta rhymes:\n  Here in 1992, we present the fabulous what's the scenario remix\n  Where as there are 7 mcs.\n  Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence\n  And he goes by the name of, uh... hood!\n  Hood:\n  Check the vibe, punk that ass again, god\n  'F' it (shiitt!)! i lay buckshots\n  Hood, madman, i rip up stages\n  Lay down your wages, i'm wild like larry davis\n  Extra, extra, pick up a clip. i'll tear that ass out the frame (huh!)\n  And grab my dick(oh!)\n  By the beats that i bump, i kick and drop bombs\n  I'm rugged and deadly, so i shit on the petty\n  A musical badder bastard, i'm bad news\n  I'm crazy and clever, cut holes in crews\n  Death on the phono, my skills are dolo\n  You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo\n  I bag up waste, electrifying, i'm primetime\n  I slaughter slime, i'm the greatest of all time\n  Sick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga\n  Pump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the river\n  Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can (say what, say what!)\n  I'm a bad, bad man\n  Phife:\n  Quick is how i flip from the tip of the lip\n  Punchin out hits like gladys knight and the pips\n  The 5 foot assassin has just raided your area\n  Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason why i'm hearin ya (so!)\n  Pull out the red carpet cuz i'm kickin this\n  Vanilla ice platinum? that shit's ridiculous\n  Excuse my french, but profanity is all i knew\n  And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, 'f' you too\n  And let it be known, i'm not the one to step to\n  You better off callin d-nice to your rescue\n  Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around\n  As for corny mcs, like chuck d, i 'shut 'em down'\n  The artical don of hip-hop and i won't stop\n  The 5 foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop\n  So do like michael jackson and 'remember the time'(do you remember?)\n  Put on your dancin shoes or somethin cuz you sho' can't rhyme\n  Milo:\n  (Big up big up!) into new eternity\n  Next was said somethin that complies onto me\n  What does it take to check a technique (many styles, many styles!)\n  Hostile heat brings forth the energy\n  Milo in the dance is the new identity\n  One, two mic check, select for the ruffneck\n  At a 10 to 1 bet, i come correct!\n  In my cyphers are blocks, i bring box to connect with knots\n  So i can grow dreadlocks\n  Maintain the rock don't stop the rock!)\n  Maintain the rock (don't stop the rock!)\n  Kick it right, then not, e. watt said not\n  I put my mug up, so fair is fair\n  So c. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\n  C. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\n  Charlie brown:\n  Makin moves y'all (moves y'all!)\n  On and on and on (checka, check it out!)\n  To the breaka, breakadawn (who's that?!?)\n  Guess, one of the lons and a tribe called quest\n  (East coast!) to west\n  Remixed mad kick more than metallica\n  To all ends like the battlestar gallactica\n  Stampin, stompin, rompin compton\n  (People all over the world!) i'm promptin (style!)\n  Pick a style, any style, strong isle\n  Representation, sensationalization\n  Scenario for the radio, bls and kiss, so\n  (Here we go, yo!) yeah\n  Force, main source lp on the rise\n  In living color was seen through original eyes\n  And i'm out like shout, ooh ahh, ooh ahh\n  (Ooh ahh, ooh ahh!) there it is baby par\n  Dinco:\n  Vine, limb on a limb, slim chim\n  P i am, there i am (there i am!)\n  Don't run from a blim\n  Sight be be right, be polite for mice like a mike\n  See sick, see syke\n  And slip away and off to the poconos\n  Spot bring the flows, might swing the fruity poles\n  Yamaha (yay-ha-may!)\n  Let's split the funk, now it all spells (hey!)\n  Enough, enough, misfitted i'm with it\n  If i did it, i would split it and probably shouldn't have quit\n  Cuz yo, my public status act knight like gladys\n  Take rest space tests and yo, i'm like the maddest\n  Male, not female, hail from unidel\n  Bounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelled\n  In the hallway always ringin with a ho!\n  This is my 2 times 9 on the scenario\n  Q-tip:\n  Check it out everybody, rhymes and mics\n  Black mens gettin hip, doin what they like!\n  Eight black brothas in the public eye\n  If you listen very close, then i'll tell you why\n  Hood!, phife, milo, dinco and c. brown\n  Shaheed, myself and busta bust brown\n  Will commence to rock (rock!), so bring on the flocks (flocks!)\n  Interrogation for the knockin of the box\n  The boom-box ruler controls the medula\n  None come cooler, i win like shula\n  So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her\n  Intensified mind, non blunt consumer\n  Tip will come booty (well, it's only a rumor!)\n  The beat is so sick, that it starts brain tumors (tumors!)\n  Peace to hood baby from the midnight crooner\n  Smoke him up later, if not, then sooner\n  Busta rhymes:\n  Hey what we gon do! in '92, even though we had fun! in '91\n  Quick to turn my day, all things comin down\n  Run up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground\n  What's goin on my man (god damn!) and now my brain is hurtin\n  Busta, rhythm will hit 'em, then i get 'em\n  Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then i will sit on 'em\n  Open up your mouth if you want the food\n  Take in full, flipmode, cuz i'm in the mood, uh-heh, uh-heh\n  Yeah man, that's how it goes\n  Body drippin with blood comin out your nose\n  Give me a band-aid, what are you askin for? (more!)\n  All in your secret and pure\n  Adverse, they said, check it and i bust a new rap\n  Rap, busta rhymes, and bust this wicked rap\n  Yeah y'all in '92, i'm packin my ant spray (anyway!)\n  Tickle it, tribe called quest, leaders of the new school\n  Mad brothas would still think... rhow, rhow, rhow!\n  To my dragon, baby, stop whining\n  I see my influence still shining\n  More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo\n  That's the scenario!\n"},{"id":25110908,"name":"Scenario","trackName":"Scenario","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Scenario (Remixes)","duration":252.818118,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n\nAiyyo Bo knows this\n(What?)\nAnd Bo knows that\n(What?)\nBut Bo don't know jack 'cause Bo can't rap\nWell whaddya know, the Di-Dawg is first up to bat\nNo batteries included and no strings attached\n\nNo holds barred, no time for move fakin'\nGots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\nBrothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\nBut we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe\n\nSo sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop\nBut here's the real scoop\nI'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome\nBust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from\nI'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\nMy days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge we is in there\n(Yeah!)\n\nHead for the border, go get a taco\nI'll be wreckin' from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\nSit back relax and let yourself go\nDon't sweat what you heard and act like you know\n\nYes yes y'all\n(Yes y'all!)\nWho got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all\n(Tribe y'all!)\nReal live y'all\n(Live y'all!)\nInside, outside, come around\n(Who's that?)\nBrown!\n\nSome may, I say, call me Charlie\nThe word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley\nLay back on the payback, evolve rotate the gates\n(Contact!)\nCan I get a hit?\n(Hit!)\n\nBoom bit with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip\nEast Coast stompin', rippin' and rompin'\nNew York, North Cak-a-laka and Compton\n\nChecka-checka-check it out!\nThe loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\nAnd wow how now wow how now Brown cow\nWe're ill till the skill gets down\n\nFor the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new\nBut the rest are doo doo\nFrom radio, to the video, to Arsenio\nTell me! Yo, what's the scenario?\n\n(True blue!)\nScooby Doo, whoopie doo\nScenario's ready yo, rates more than four\nScores for the snores that smother dancefloors\nNow I go for mine, shave the seashore\n\nShip-shape, crushed Grapes, Apes that play tapes\nPapes make drakes, baked for the wakes\nOf an L-ah, an E-ah, simply just a leader\nBass in his face means peace see ya later\n\nLater\n(Later!)\nLater alligator\nPop blows the weasel and the herb's the inflater\nSo yo the D, what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow\nFunk flipped flat back first fist foul fight fight fight\nLaugh yo how's that sound?\n(Oh!)\n\nIt's a Leader Quest mission and we got the goods here\n(Here!)\nNever on the left 'cause my right's my good ear\n(Ear!)\nI could give a damn about a ill subliminal\nStay away from crime so I ain't no criminal\n\nI love my young nation, groovy sensation\nNo time for hibernation, only elation\nDon't ever try to test the water little kid\nYo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did\n\nI heard you rushed and rushed and attacked\nThen they rebuked and you had to smack\nCausin' rambunction throughout the sphere\nRaise the levels of the boom inside the ear\nYou know I did it\n\nSo don't violate or you get violated\nThe hip hop sound is well agitated\nWon't ever waste no time on the played out ego\nSo here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario\n\nWatch as I combine all the juice from the mind\nHeel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind\nPowerful impact, boom, from the cannon\nNot braggin', try an' read my mind just imagine\n\nVo-cab-u-lary's necessary\nWhen diggin' into my library\nOh my gosh! Oh my gosh!\nEating Ital stew like the one Peter Tosh-a\n\nUh uh uh, all over the track, man\nUh, pardon me, uh, as I come back\nAs I did it yo I had to beg your pardon\nWhen I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron\n\nRoaw roaw like a dungeon dragon\nChange your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\nTry to step to this I will twist you in a turban\nAnd have you smellin' rank like some old stale urine\n\nChickity-choco, the chocolate chicken\nThe rear cockdiesel but chicks they were kickin'\nYo, bustin' out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme\nThe rhythm is in sync\n(Uh!)\nThe rhymes are on time\n(Time!)\n\nRippin' up the sound just like a radio\nObserve the rhyme and check out the scenario!\n\nHere we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n\nHere we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.27] Here we go yo, here we go yo\n[00:11.25] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[00:13.69] Here we go yo, here we go yo\n[00:16.03] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[00:18.37] Aiyyo Bo knows this\n[00:19.57] (What?)\n[00:20.25] And Bo knows that\n[00:21.03] (What?)\n[00:21.65] But Bo don't know jack 'cause Bo can't rap\n[00:23.04] Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg is first up to bat\n[00:25.40] No batteries included and no strings attached\n[00:27.96] No holds barred, no time for move fakin'\n[00:30.37] Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\n[00:32.61] Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\n[00:34.78] But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe\n[00:37.26] So sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop\n[00:39.91] But here's the real scoop\n[00:42.03] I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome\n[00:44.51] Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from\n[00:46.87] I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\n[00:49.19] My days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge we is in there\n[00:51.49] (Yeah!)\n[00:52.49] Head for the border, go get a taco\n[00:53.92] I'll be wreckin' from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\n[00:56.33] Sit back relax and let yourself go\n[00:58.68] Don't sweat what you heard and act like you know\n[01:00.95] Yes yes y'all\n[01:01.84] (Yes y'all!)\n[01:02.40] Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all\n[01:03.99] (Tribe y'all!)\n[01:04.72] Real live y'all\n[01:05.58] (Live y'all!)\n[01:06.25] Inside, outside, come around\n[01:07.92] (Who's that?)\n[01:09.21] Brown!\n[01:10.32] Some may, I say, call me Charlie\n[01:12.89] The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley\n[01:15.07] Lay back on the payback, evolve rotate the gates\n[01:17.65] (Contact!)\n[01:19.44] Can I get a hit?\n[01:20.72] (Hit!)\n[01:21.56] Boom bit with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip\n[01:24.30] East Coast stompin', rippin' and rompin'\n[01:27.68] New York, North Cak-a-laka and Compton\n[01:30.26] Checka-checka-check it out!\n[01:31.78] The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\n[01:34.14] And wow how now wow how now Brown cow\n[01:36.48] We're ill till the skill gets down\n[01:38.42] For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new\n[01:41.65] But the rest are doo doo\n[01:43.36] From radio, to the video, to Arsenio\n[01:45.91] Tell me! 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Oh my gosh!\n[03:15.54] Eating Ital stew like the one Peter Tosh-a\n[03:18.02] Uh uh uh, all over the track, man\n[03:20.47] Uh, pardon me, uh, as I come back\n[03:22.61] As I did it yo I had to beg your pardon\n[03:24.95] When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron\n[03:27.38] Roaw roaw like a dungeon dragon\n[03:29.63] Change your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\n[03:32.09] Try to step to this I will twist you in a turban\n[03:34.45] And have you smellin' rank like some old stale urine\n[03:36.86] Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken\n[03:39.01] The rear cockdiesel but chicks they were kickin'\n[03:41.48] Yo, bustin' out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme\n[03:44.37] The rhythm is in sync\n[03:45.29] (Uh!)\n[03:45.81] The rhymes are on time\n[03:46.50] (Time!)\n[03:47.02] Rippin' up the sound just like a radio\n[03:48.59] Observe the rhyme and check out the scenario!\n[03:50.96] Here we go yo, here we go yo\n[03:53.12] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[03:55.23] Here we go yo, here we go yo\n[03:57.75] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:00.00] Here we go yo, here we go yo\n[04:02.31] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:04.84] Here we go yo, here we go yo\n[04:07.10] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:09.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scenario\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: Scenario (Remixes)\n  duration_ms: 252818\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Here we go yo, here we go yo\n  start_ms: 9270\n  end_ms: 11250\n- text: So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  start_ms: 11250\n  end_ms: 13690\n- text: Here we go yo, here we go yo\n  start_ms: 13690\n  end_ms: 16030\n- text: So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  start_ms: 16030\n  end_ms: 18370\n- text: Aiyyo Bo knows this\n  start_ms: 18370\n  end_ms: 19570\n- text: (What?)\n  start_ms: 19570\n  end_ms: 20250\n- text: And Bo knows that\n  start_ms: 20250\n  end_ms: 21030\n- text: (What?)\n  start_ms: 21030\n  end_ms: 21650\n- text: But Bo don't know jack 'cause Bo can't rap\n  start_ms: 21650\n  end_ms: 23040\n- text: Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg is first up to bat\n  start_ms: 23040\n  end_ms: 25400\n- text: No batteries included and no strings attached\n  start_ms: 25400\n  end_ms: 27960\n- text: No holds barred, no time for move fakin'\n  start_ms: 27960\n  end_ms: 30370\n- text: Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\n  start_ms: 30370\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 34780\n- text: But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe\n  start_ms: 34780\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: So sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 39910\n- text: But here's the real scoop\n  start_ms: 39910\n  end_ms: 42030\n- text: I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome\n  start_ms: 42030\n  end_ms: 44510\n- text: Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from\n  start_ms: 44510\n  end_ms: 46870\n- text: I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\n  start_ms: 46870\n  end_ms: 49190\n- text: My days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge we is in there\n  start_ms: 49190\n  end_ms: 51490\n- text: (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 51490\n  end_ms: 52490\n- text: Head for the border, go get a taco\n  start_ms: 52490\n  end_ms: 53920\n- text: I'll be wreckin' from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\n  start_ms: 53920\n  end_ms: 56330\n- text: Sit back relax and let yourself go\n  start_ms: 56330\n  end_ms: 58680\n- text: Don't sweat what you heard and act like you know\n  start_ms: 58680\n  end_ms: 60950\n- text: Yes yes y'all\n  start_ms: 60950\n  end_ms: 61840\n- text: (Yes y'all!)\n  start_ms: 61840\n  end_ms: 62400\n- text: Who got the vibe? 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Yo, what's the scenario?\n\n(True blue!)\nScooby Doo, whoopie doo\nScenario's ready yo, rates more than four\nScores for the snores that smother dancefloors\nNow I go for mine, shave the seashore\n\nShip-shape, crushed Grapes, Apes that play tapes\nPapes make drakes, baked for the wakes\nOf an L-ah, an E-ah, simply just a leader\nBass in his face means peace see ya later\n\nLater\n(Later!)\nLater alligator\nPop blows the weasel and the herb's the inflater\nSo yo the D, what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow\nFunk flipped flat back first fist foul fight fight fight\nLaugh yo how's that sound?\n(Oh!)\n\nIt's a Leader Quest mission and we got the goods here\n(Here!)\nNever on the left 'cause my right's my good ear\n(Ear!)\nI could give a damn about a ill subliminal\nStay away from crime so I ain't no criminal\n\nI love my young nation, groovy sensation\nNo time for hibernation, only elation\nDon't ever try to test the water little kid\nYo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did\n\nI heard you rushed and rushed and attacked\nThen they rebuked and you had to smack\nCausin' rambunction throughout the sphere\nRaise the levels of the boom inside the ear\nYou know I did it\n\nSo don't violate or you get violated\nThe hip hop sound is well agitated\nWon't ever waste no time on the played out ego\nSo here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario\n\nWatch as I combine all the juice from the mind\nHeel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind\nPowerful impact, boom, from the cannon\nNot braggin', try an' read my mind just imagine\n\nVo-cab-u-lary's necessary\nWhen diggin' into my library\nOh my gosh! 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Oh my gosh!\n[03:15.54] Eating Ital stew like the one Peter Tosh-a\n[03:18.02] Uh uh uh, all over the track, man\n[03:20.47] Uh, pardon me, uh, as I come back\n[03:22.61] As I did it yo I had to beg your pardon\n[03:24.95] When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron\n[03:27.38] Roaw roaw like a dungeon dragon\n[03:29.63] Change your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\n[03:32.09] Try to step to this I will twist you in a turban\n[03:34.45] And have you smellin' rank like some old stale urine\n[03:36.86] Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken\n[03:39.01] The rear cockdiesel but chicks they were kickin'\n[03:41.48] Yo, bustin' out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme\n[03:44.37] The rhythm is in sync\n[03:45.29] (Uh!)\n[03:45.81] The rhymes are on time\n[03:46.50] (Time!)\n[03:47.02] Rippin' up the sound just like a radio\n[03:48.59] Observe the rhyme and check out the scenario!\n[03:50.96] Here we go yo, here we go yo\n[03:53.12] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[03:55.23] Here we go yo, here we go yo\n[03:57.75] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:00.00] Here we go yo, here we go yo\n[04:02.31] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:04.84] Here we go yo, here we go yo\n[04:07.10] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:09.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scenario\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: Scenario (Remixes)\n  duration_ms: 310481\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Here we go yo, here we go yo\n  start_ms: 9270\n  end_ms: 11250\n- text: So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  start_ms: 11250\n  end_ms: 13690\n- text: Here we go yo, here we go yo\n  start_ms: 13690\n  end_ms: 16030\n- text: So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  start_ms: 16030\n  end_ms: 18370\n- text: Aiyyo Bo knows this\n  start_ms: 18370\n  end_ms: 19570\n- text: (What?)\n  start_ms: 19570\n  end_ms: 20250\n- text: And Bo knows that\n  start_ms: 20250\n  end_ms: 21030\n- text: (What?)\n  start_ms: 21030\n  end_ms: 21650\n- text: But Bo don't know jack 'cause Bo can't rap\n  start_ms: 21650\n  end_ms: 23040\n- text: Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg is first up to bat\n  start_ms: 23040\n  end_ms: 25400\n- text: No batteries included and no strings attached\n  start_ms: 25400\n  end_ms: 27960\n- text: No holds barred, no time for move fakin'\n  start_ms: 27960\n  end_ms: 30370\n- text: Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\n  start_ms: 30370\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 34780\n- text: But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe\n  start_ms: 34780\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: So sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 39910\n- text: But here's the real scoop\n  start_ms: 39910\n  end_ms: 42030\n- text: I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome\n  start_ms: 42030\n  end_ms: 44510\n- text: Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from\n  start_ms: 44510\n  end_ms: 46870\n- text: I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\n  start_ms: 46870\n  end_ms: 49190\n- text: My days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge we is in there\n  start_ms: 49190\n  end_ms: 51490\n- text: (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 51490\n  end_ms: 52490\n- text: Head for the border, go get a taco\n  start_ms: 52490\n  end_ms: 53920\n- text: I'll be wreckin' from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\n  start_ms: 53920\n  end_ms: 56330\n- text: Sit back relax and let yourself go\n  start_ms: 56330\n  end_ms: 58680\n- text: Don't sweat what you heard and act like you know\n  start_ms: 58680\n  end_ms: 60950\n- text: Yes yes y'all\n  start_ms: 60950\n  end_ms: 61840\n- text: (Yes y'all!)\n  start_ms: 61840\n  end_ms: 62400\n- text: Who got the vibe? 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Yo, what's the scenario?\n\n(True blue!)\nScooby Doo, whoopie doo\nScenario's ready yo, rates more than four\nScores for the snores that smother dancefloors\nNow I go for mine, shave the seashore\n\nShip-shape, crushed Grapes, Apes that play tapes\nPapes make drakes, baked for the wakes\nOf an L-ah, an E-ah, simply just a leader\nBass in his face means peace see ya later\n\nLater\n(Later!)\nLater alligator\nPop blows the weasel and the herb's the inflater\nSo yo the D, what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow\nFunk flipped flat back first fist foul fight fight fight\nLaugh yo how's that sound?\n(Oh!)\n\nIt's a Leader Quest mission and we got the goods here\n(Here!)\nNever on the left 'cause my right's my good ear\n(Ear!)\nI could give a damn about a ill subliminal\nStay away from crime so I ain't no criminal\n\nI love my young nation, groovy sensation\nNo time for hibernation, only elation\nDon't ever try to test the water little kid\nYo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did\n\nI heard you rushed and rushed and attacked\nThen they rebuked and you had to smack\nCausin' rambunction throughout the sphere\nRaise the levels of the boom inside the ear\nYou know I did it\n\nSo don't violate or you get violated\nThe hip hop sound is well agitated\nWon't ever waste no time on the played out ego\nSo here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario\n\nWatch as I combine all the juice from the mind\nHeel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind\nPowerful impact, boom, from the cannon\nNot braggin', try an' read my mind just imagine\n\nVo-cab-u-lary's necessary\nWhen diggin' into my library\nOh my gosh! Oh my gosh!\nEating Ital stew like the one Peter Tosh-a\n\nUh uh uh, all over the track, man\nUh, pardon me, uh, as I come back\nAs I did it yo I had to beg your pardon\nWhen I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron\n\nRoaw roaw like a dungeon dragon\nChange your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\nTry to step to this I will twist you in a turban\nAnd have you smellin' rank like some old stale urine\n\nChickity-choco, the chocolate chicken\nThe rear cockdiesel but chicks they were kickin'\nYo, bustin' out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme\nThe rhythm is in sync\n(Uh!)\nThe rhymes are on time\n(Time!)\n\nRippin' up the sound just like a radio\nObserve the rhyme and check out the scenario!\n\nHere we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n\nHere we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.27] Here we go yo, here we go yo\n[00:11.25] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[00:13.69] Here we go yo, here we go yo\n[00:16.03] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[00:18.37] Aiyyo Bo knows this\n[00:19.57] (What?)\n[00:20.25] And Bo knows that\n[00:21.03] (What?)\n[00:21.65] But Bo don't know jack 'cause Bo can't rap\n[00:23.04] Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg is first up to bat\n[00:25.40] No batteries included and no strings attached\n[00:27.96] No holds barred, no time for move fakin'\n[00:30.37] Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\n[00:32.61] Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\n[00:34.78] But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe\n[00:37.26] So sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop\n[00:39.91] But here's the real scoop\n[00:42.03] I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome\n[00:44.51] Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from\n[00:46.87] I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\n[00:49.19] My days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge we is in there\n[00:51.49] (Yeah!)\n[00:52.49] Head for the border, go get a taco\n[00:53.92] I'll be wreckin' from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\n[00:56.33] Sit back relax and let yourself go\n[00:58.68] Don't sweat what you heard and act like you know\n[01:00.95] Yes yes y'all\n[01:01.84] (Yes y'all!)\n[01:02.40] Who got the vibe? 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The Dawg is first up to bat\nNo batteries included and no strings attached\nNo holds barred, no time for move fakin'\nGots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\nBrothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\nBut we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe\nSo, sleep if you want, Nyquil will help you get your Z's, troop\nBut here's the real scoop\nI'm all that and then some, short, dark and handsome\nBust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from\nI'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\nMy days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge we is in there (Yeah!)\nHead for the border, go get a taco, watch me wreck it\nFrom the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\nSit back, relax and let yourself go\nDon't sweat what you heard but act like you know\n\nYes yes y'all (Yes y'all)\nWho got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all)\nWe're live y'all (Live y'all)\nInside, outside, come around\n(Who's that?) Brown\nSome may, I say, call me Charlie\nThe word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley\nLay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates\n(Contact!) Can I get a hit? (Hit!)\nBoom bip, with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip\nEast Coast stompin', rippin' and rompin'\nNew York, North Cakalaka and Compton\nChecka-checka-check it out, the loops for the troops\nMore bounce to the ounce and wow, how now\nWow, how now, Brown cow\nWe're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next\nIs the textbook old to the new but the rest are doo-doo\nFrom radio to the video to Arsenio\nTell me, yo, what's the scenario?\n\nTrue blue, Scooby Doo, whoopie doo\nScenarios, radios, rates more than four\nScores for the smores that smother dance floors\nNow I go for mine, shades of sea shore\nShip shape, crushed grapes, eights that play tapes\nPapes make drakes grace for the race\nOf an (L-er, an E-er) Simply just a leader\nBase in the space means peace, see you later\nLater (Later!) Later alligator\nPop blows the weasel and the herbs are inflator\nSo yo, the D what? The O\nIncorporated I-N-C into a flow\nFunk flipped flat back first this foul\nFight, fight, fight, laugh, yo, how'd that sound? (Ooh)\n\nIt's a Leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (Here!)\nNever on the left 'cause my right's my good ear (Ear!)\nI could give a damn about a ill subliminal\nStay away from crime so I ain't no (Criminal!)\nI love my young nation, groovy sensation\nNo time for hibernation, only elation\nDon't ever try to test the water, little kid\nYo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did\n\nI heard you rushed and rushed and attacked\nThen they rebuked and you had to smack\nCausin' rambunction throughout the sphere\nRaise the levels of the boom inside the ear\n(You know I did it)\nSo don't violate or you'll get violated\nThe hip-hop sound is well agitated\nWe'll never waste no time on a played out ego\nSo here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario\n\nWatch as I combine all the juice from the mind\nHeel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind\nPowerful impact (Boom!) from the cannon, not braggin'\nTry to read my mind, just imagine\nVocabulary's necessary\nWhen diggin' in the mind library\nOh my gosh, oh my gosh\nEating Eitel Stew like the one Peter Tosh\nUh, uh, uh, all over the track, man\nUh, pardon me, uh, as I come back\nAs I did it, well I had to beg your pardon\nWhen I travel through the town I roll with the squadron\nRawr, rawr, like a dungeon dragon\nChange your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\nTry to step to this I will twist you in a turban\nAnd have you smellin' rank like some old stale urine\nChickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\nThe rear cock diesel, my cheeks they were kickin'\nYo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\nThe rhythm is in sync (Uh!), the rhymes are on top (Top!)\nRippin' up the sound just like Horatio\nObserve the vibe and check out the scenario\n\nHere we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go yo, here we go yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scenario (edit)\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: Scenario\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Here we go yo, here we go yo\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  Here we go yo, here we go yo\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n\n  Ayo, Bo knows this (What?) and Bo knows that (What?)\n  But Bo don't know jack 'cause Bo can't rap\n  Well what do you know? The Dawg is first up to bat\n  No batteries included and no strings attached\n  No holds barred, no time for move fakin'\n  Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\n  Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\n  But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe\n  So, sleep if you want, Nyquil will help you get your Z's, troop\n  But here's the real scoop\n  I'm all that and then some, short, dark and handsome\n  Bust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from\n  I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\n  My days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge we is in there (Yeah!)\n  Head for the border, go get a taco, watch me wreck it\n  From the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\n  Sit back, relax and let yourself go\n  Don't sweat what you heard but act like you know\n\n  Yes yes y'all (Yes y'all)\n  Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all)\n  We're live y'all (Live y'all)\n  Inside, outside, come around\n  (Who's that?) Brown\n  Some may, I say, call me Charlie\n  The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley\n  Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates\n  (Contact!) Can I get a hit? (Hit!)\n  Boom bip, with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip\n  East Coast stompin', rippin' and rompin'\n  New York, North Cakalaka and Compton\n  Checka-checka-check it out, the loops for the troops\n  More bounce to the ounce and wow, how now\n  Wow, how now, Brown cow\n  We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next\n  Is the textbook old to the new but the rest are doo-doo\n  From radio to the video to Arsenio\n  Tell me, yo, what's the scenario?\n\n  True blue, Scooby Doo, whoopie doo\n  Scenarios, radios, rates more than four\n  Scores for the smores that smother dance floors\n  Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore\n  Ship shape, crushed grapes, eights that play tapes\n  Papes make drakes grace for the race\n  Of an (L-er, an E-er) Simply just a leader\n  Base in the space means peace, see you later\n  Later (Later!) Later alligator\n  Pop blows the weasel and the herbs are inflator\n  So yo, the D what? The O\n  Incorporated I-N-C into a flow\n  Funk flipped flat back first this foul\n  Fight, fight, fight, laugh, yo, how'd that sound? (Ooh)\n\n  It's a Leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (Here!)\n  Never on the left 'cause my right's my good ear (Ear!)\n  I could give a damn about a ill subliminal\n  Stay away from crime so I ain't no (Criminal!)\n  I love my young nation, groovy sensation\n  No time for hibernation, only elation\n  Don't ever try to test the water, little kid\n  Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did\n\n  I heard you rushed and rushed and attacked\n  Then they rebuked and you had to smack\n  Causin' rambunction throughout the sphere\n  Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear\n  (You know I did it)\n  So don't violate or you'll get violated\n  The hip-hop sound is well agitated\n  We'll never waste no time on a played out ego\n  So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario\n\n  Watch as I combine all the juice from the mind\n  Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind\n  Powerful impact (Boom!) from the cannon, not braggin'\n  Try to read my mind, just imagine\n  Vocabulary's necessary\n  When diggin' in the mind library\n  Oh my gosh, oh my gosh\n  Eating Eitel Stew like the one Peter Tosh\n  Uh, uh, uh, all over the track, man\n  Uh, pardon me, uh, as I come back\n  As I did it, well I had to beg your pardon\n  When I travel through the town I roll with the squadron\n  Rawr, rawr, like a dungeon dragon\n  Change your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\n  Try to step to this I will twist you in a turban\n  And have you smellin' rank like some old stale urine\n  Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\n  The rear cock diesel, my cheeks they were kickin'\n  Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\n  The rhythm is in sync (Uh!), the rhymes are on top (Top!)\n  Rippin' up the sound just like Horatio\n  Observe the vibe and check out the scenario\n\n  Here we go yo, here we go yo\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  Here we go yo, here we go yo\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  Here we go yo, here we go yo\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  Here we go yo, here we go yo\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n"},{"id":33124862,"name":"Scenario (Remix)","trackName":"Scenario (Remix)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Scenario","duration":180.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring leaders of the new school, hood\nBusta rhymes:\nHere in 1992, we present the fabulous what's the scenario remix\nWhere as there are 7 mcs.\nSix which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence\nAnd he goes by the name of, uh... hood!\nHood:\nCheck the vibe, punk that ass again, god\n'F' it (shiitt!)! i lay buckshots\nHood, madman, i rip up stages\nLay down your wages, i'm wild like larry davis\nExtra, extra, pick up a clip. i'll tear that ass out the frame (huh!)\nAnd grab my dick(oh!)\nBy the beats that i bump, i kick and drop bombs\nI'm rugged and deadly, so i shit on the petty\nA musical badder bastard, i'm bad news\nI'm crazy and clever, cut holes in crews\nDeath on the phono, my skills are dolo\nYou say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo\nI bag up waste, electrifying, i'm primetime\nI slaughter slime, i'm the greatest of all time\nSick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga\nPump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the river\nTwo tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can (say what, say what!)\nI'm a bad, bad man\nPhife:\nQuick is how i flip from the tip of the lip\nPunchin out hits like gladys knight and the pips\nThe 5 foot assassin has just raided your area\nYour booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason why i'm hearin ya (so!)\nPull out the red carpet cuz i'm kickin this\nVanilla ice platinum? that shit's ridiculous\nExcuse my french, but profanity is all i knew\nAnd to you other sellouts, oh yeah, 'f' you too\nAnd let it be known, i'm not the one to step to\nYou better off callin d-nice to your rescue\nFreestyle fanatic, probably the best around\nAs for corny mcs, like chuck d, i 'shut 'em down'\nThe artical don of hip-hop and i won't stop\nThe 5 foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop\nSo do like michael jackson and 'remember the time'(do you remember?)\nPut on your dancin shoes or somethin cuz you sho' can't rhyme\nMilo:\n(Big up big up!) into new eternity\nNext was said somethin that complies onto me\nWhat does it take to check a technique (many styles, many styles!)\nHostile heat brings forth the energy\nMilo in the dance is the new identity\nOne, two mic check, select for the ruffneck\nAt a 10 to 1 bet, i come correct!\nIn my cyphers are blocks, i bring box to connect with knots\nSo i can grow dreadlocks\nMaintain the rock don't stop the rock!)\nMaintain the rock (don't stop the rock!)\nKick it right, then not, e. watt said not\nI put my mug up, so fair is fair\nSo c. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\nC. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\nCharlie brown:\nMakin moves y'all (moves y'all!)\nOn and on and on (checka, check it out!)\nTo the breaka, breakadawn (who's that?!?)\nGuess, one of the lons and a tribe called quest\n(East coast!) to west\nRemixed mad kick more than metallica\nTo all ends like the battlestar gallactica\nStampin, stompin, rompin compton\n(People all over the world!) i'm promptin (style!)\nPick a style, any style, strong isle\nRepresentation, sensationalization\nScenario for the radio, bls and kiss, so\n(Here we go, yo!) yeah\nForce, main source lp on the rise\nIn living color was seen through original eyes\nAnd i'm out like shout, ooh ahh, ooh ahh\n(Ooh ahh, ooh ahh!) there it is baby par\nDinco:\nVine, limb on a limb, slim chim\nP i am, there i am (there i am!)\nDon't run from a blim\nSight be be right, be polite for mice like a mike\nSee sick, see syke\nAnd slip away and off to the poconos\nSpot bring the flows, might swing the fruity poles\nYamaha (yay-ha-may!)\nLet's split the funk, now it all spells (hey!)\nEnough, enough, misfitted i'm with it\nIf i did it, i would split it and probably shouldn't have quit\nCuz yo, my public status act knight like gladys\nTake rest space tests and yo, i'm like the maddest\nMale, not female, hail from unidel\nBounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelled\nIn the hallway always ringin with a ho!\nThis is my 2 times 9 on the scenario\nQ-tip:\nCheck it out everybody, rhymes and mics\nBlack mens gettin hip, doin what they like!\nEight black brothas in the public eye\nIf you listen very close, then i'll tell you why\nHood!, phife, milo, dinco and c. brown\nShaheed, myself and busta bust brown\nWill commence to rock (rock!), so bring on the flocks (flocks!)\nInterrogation for the knockin of the box\nThe boom-box ruler controls the medula\nNone come cooler, i win like shula\nSo bust out the moves as you start to pursue her\nIntensified mind, non blunt consumer\nTip will come booty (well, it's only a rumor!)\nThe beat is so sick, that it starts brain tumors (tumors!)\nPeace to hood baby from the midnight crooner\nSmoke him up later, if not, then sooner\nBusta rhymes:\nHey what we gon do! in '92, even though we had fun! in '91\nQuick to turn my day, all things comin down\nRun up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground\nWhat's goin on my man (god damn!) and now my brain is hurtin\nBusta, rhythm will hit 'em, then i get 'em\nRip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then i will sit on 'em\nOpen up your mouth if you want the food\nTake in full, flipmode, cuz i'm in the mood, uh-heh, uh-heh\nYeah man, that's how it goes\nBody drippin with blood comin out your nose\nGive me a band-aid, what are you askin for? (more!)\nAll in your secret and pure\nAdverse, they said, check it and i bust a new rap\nRap, busta rhymes, and bust this wicked rap\nYeah y'all in '92, i'm packin my ant spray (anyway!)\nTickle it, tribe called quest, leaders of the new school\nMad brothas would still think... rhow, rhow, rhow!\nTo my dragon, baby, stop whining\nI see my influence still shining\nMore crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo\nThat's the scenario!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.72] Featuring leaders of the new school, hood\n[00:01.58] Busta rhymes:\n[00:01.88] Here in 1992, we present the fabulous what's the scenario remix\n[00:07.86] Where as there are 7 mcs.\n[00:10.33] Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence\n[00:14.83] And he goes by the name of, uh... hood!\n[00:18.84] Hood:\n[00:19.87] Check the vibe, punk that ass again, god\n[00:21.45] 'F' it (shiitt!)! i lay buckshots\n[00:23.79] Hood, madman, i rip up stages\n[00:25.88] Lay down your wages, i'm wild like larry davis\n[00:28.43] Extra, extra, pick up a clip. i'll tear that ass out the frame (huh!)\n[00:31.96] And grab my dick(oh!)\n[00:33.00] By the beats that i bump, i kick and drop bombs\n[00:35.27] I'm rugged and deadly, so i shit on the petty\n[00:37.58] A musical badder bastard, i'm bad news\n[00:40.01] I'm crazy and clever, cut holes in crews\n[00:42.47] Death on the phono, my skills are dolo\n[00:44.60] You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo\n[00:46.85] I bag up waste, electrifying, i'm primetime\n[00:49.54] I slaughter slime, i'm the greatest of all time\n[00:51.75] Sick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga\n[00:53.77] Pump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the river\n[00:56.57] Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can (say what, say what!)\n[00:59.84] I'm a bad, bad man\n[01:00.97] Phife:\n[01:01.37] Quick is how i flip from the tip of the lip\n[01:03.48] Punchin out hits like gladys knight and the pips\n[01:05.93] The 5 foot assassin has just raided your area\n[01:08.83] Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason why i'm hearin ya (so!)\n[01:11.38] Pull out the red carpet cuz i'm kickin this\n[01:13.86] Vanilla ice platinum? that shit's ridiculous\n[01:16.02] Excuse my french, but profanity is all i knew\n[01:18.47] And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, 'f' you too\n[01:21.03] And let it be known, i'm not the one to step to\n[01:23.26] You better off callin d-nice to your rescue\n[01:25.40] Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around\n[01:27.17] As for corny mcs, like chuck d, i 'shut 'em down'\n[01:29.33] The artical don of hip-hop and i won't stop\n[01:31.56] The 5 foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop\n[01:34.56] So do like michael jackson and 'remember the time'(do you remember?)\n[01:36.91] Put on your dancin shoes or somethin cuz you sho' can't rhyme\n[01:38.89] Milo:\n[01:39.13] (Big up big up!) into new eternity\n[01:41.02] Next was said somethin that complies onto me\n[01:43.77] What does it take to check a technique (many styles, many styles!)\n[01:48.22] Hostile heat brings forth the energy\n[01:50.53] Milo in the dance is the new identity\n[01:52.74] One, two mic check, select for the ruffneck\n[01:55.23] At a 10 to 1 bet, i come correct!\n[01:57.69] In my cyphers are blocks, i bring box to connect with knots\n[02:00.79] So i can grow dreadlocks\n[02:02.79] Maintain the rock don't stop the rock!)\n[02:04.66] Maintain the rock (don't stop the rock!)\n[02:06.86] Kick it right, then not, e. watt said not\n[02:09.33] I put my mug up, so fair is fair\n[02:11.74] So c. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\n[02:13.84] C. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\n[02:16.43] Charlie brown:\n[02:16.67] Makin moves y'all (moves y'all!)\n[02:17.88] On and on and on (checka, check it out!)\n[02:21.00] To the breaka, breakadawn (who's that?!?)\n[02:22.54] Guess, one of the lons and a tribe called quest\n[02:25.41] (East coast!) to west\n[02:26.87] Remixed mad kick more than metallica\n[02:29.17] To all ends like the battlestar gallactica\n[02:31.57] Stampin, stompin, rompin compton\n[02:34.07] (People all over the world!) i'm promptin (style!)\n[02:36.43] Pick a style, any style, strong isle\n[02:38.70] Representation, sensationalization\n[02:40.93] Scenario for the radio, bls and kiss, so\n[02:44.20] (Here we go, yo!) yeah\n[02:45.62] Force, main source lp on the rise\n[02:48.03] In living color was seen through original eyes\n[02:50.24] And i'm out like shout, ooh ahh, ooh ahh\n[02:52.84] (Ooh ahh, ooh ahh!) there it is baby par\n[02:55.01] Dinco:\n[03:04.26] Vine, limb on a limb, slim chim\n[03:06.28] P i am, there i am (there i am!)\n[03:07.66] Don't run from a blim\n[03:09.49] Sight be be right, be polite for mice like a mike\n[03:12.07] See sick, see syke\n[03:14.15] And slip away and off to the poconos\n[03:16.48] Spot bring the flows, might swing the fruity poles\n[03:18.74] Yamaha (yay-ha-may!)\n[03:20.92] Let's split the funk, now it all spells (hey!)\n[03:23.52] Enough, enough, misfitted i'm with it\n[03:25.88] If i did it, i would split it and probably shouldn't have quit\n[03:28.17] Cuz yo, my public status act knight like gladys\n[03:30.54] Take rest space tests and yo, i'm like the maddest\n[03:33.06] Male, not female, hail from unidel\n[03:35.15] Bounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelled\n[03:37.54] In the hallway always ringin with a ho!\n[03:39.80] This is my 2 times 9 on the scenario\n[03:41.96] Q-tip:\n[03:42.21] Check it out everybody, rhymes and mics\n[03:43.67] Black mens gettin hip, doin what they like!\n[03:45.93] Eight black brothas in the public eye\n[03:48.28] If you listen very close, then i'll tell you why\n[03:50.61] Hood!, phife, milo, dinco and c. brown\n[03:52.94] Shaheed, myself and busta bust brown\n[03:55.42] Will commence to rock (rock!), so bring on the flocks (flocks!)\n[03:58.11] Interrogation for the knockin of the box\n[04:00.26] The boom-box ruler controls the medula\n[04:02.46] None come cooler, i win like shula\n[04:04.75] So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her\n[04:07.21] Intensified mind, non blunt consumer\n[04:09.67] Tip will come booty (well, it's only a rumor!)\n[04:11.92] The beat is so sick, that it starts brain tumors (tumors!)\n[04:14.59] Peace to hood baby from the midnight crooner\n[04:16.74] Smoke him up later, if not, then sooner\n[04:18.93] Busta rhymes:\n[04:19.37] Hey what we gon do! in '92, even though we had fun! in '91\n[04:23.49] Quick to turn my day, all things comin down\n[04:26.01] Run up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground\n[04:28.31] What's goin on my man (god damn!) and now my brain is hurtin\n[04:32.23] Busta, rhythm will hit 'em, then i get 'em\n[04:35.62] Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then i will sit on 'em\n[04:37.70] Open up your mouth if you want the food\n[04:40.19] Take in full, flipmode, cuz i'm in the mood, uh-heh, uh-heh\n[04:42.76] Yeah man, that's how it goes\n[04:45.56] Body drippin with blood comin out your nose\n[04:47.94] Give me a band-aid, what are you askin for? 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(yeah!)\n  start_ms: 133840\n  end_ms: 136430\n- text: 'Charlie brown:'\n  start_ms: 136430\n  end_ms: 136670\n- text: Makin moves y'all (moves y'all!)\n  start_ms: 136670\n  end_ms: 137880\n- text: On and on and on (checka, check it out!)\n  start_ms: 137880\n  end_ms: 141000\n- text: To the breaka, breakadawn (who's that?!?)\n  start_ms: 141000\n  end_ms: 142540\n- text: Guess, one of the lons and a tribe called quest\n  start_ms: 142540\n  end_ms: 145410\n- text: (East coast!) to west\n  start_ms: 145410\n  end_ms: 146870\n- text: Remixed mad kick more than metallica\n  start_ms: 146870\n  end_ms: 149170\n- text: To all ends like the battlestar gallactica\n  start_ms: 149170\n  end_ms: 151570\n- text: Stampin, stompin, rompin compton\n  start_ms: 151570\n  end_ms: 154070\n- text: (People all over the world!) i'm promptin (style!)\n  start_ms: 154070\n  end_ms: 156430\n- text: Pick a style, any style, strong isle\n  start_ms: 156430\n  end_ms: 158700\n- text: Representation, sensationalization\n  start_ms: 158700\n  end_ms: 160930\n- text: Scenario for the radio, bls and kiss, so\n  start_ms: 160930\n  end_ms: 164200\n- text: (Here we go, yo!) yeah\n  start_ms: 164200\n  end_ms: 165620\n- text: Force, main source lp on the rise\n  start_ms: 165620\n  end_ms: 168030\n- text: In living color was seen through original eyes\n  start_ms: 168030\n  end_ms: 170240\n- text: And i'm out like shout, ooh ahh, ooh ahh\n  start_ms: 170240\n  end_ms: 172840\n- text: (Ooh ahh, ooh ahh!) there it is baby par\n  start_ms: 172840\n  end_ms: 175010\n- text: 'Dinco:'\n  start_ms: 175010\n  end_ms: 184260\n- text: Vine, limb on a limb, slim chim\n  start_ms: 184260\n  end_ms: 186280\n- text: P i am, there i am (there i am!)\n  start_ms: 186280\n  end_ms: 187660\n- text: Don't run from a blim\n  start_ms: 187660\n  end_ms: 189490\n- text: Sight be be right, be polite for mice like a mike\n  start_ms: 189490\n  end_ms: 192070\n- text: See sick, see syke\n  start_ms: 192070\n  end_ms: 194150\n- text: And slip away and off to the poconos\n  start_ms: 194150\n  end_ms: 196480\n- text: Spot bring the flows, might swing the fruity poles\n  start_ms: 196480\n  end_ms: 198740\n- text: Yamaha (yay-ha-may!)\n  start_ms: 198740\n  end_ms: 200920\n- text: Let's split the funk, now it all spells (hey!)\n  start_ms: 200920\n  end_ms: 203520\n- text: Enough, enough, misfitted i'm with it\n  start_ms: 203520\n  end_ms: 205880\n- text: If i did it, i would split it and probably shouldn't have quit\n  start_ms: 205880\n  end_ms: 208170\n- text: Cuz yo, my public status act knight like gladys\n  start_ms: 208170\n  end_ms: 210540\n- text: Take rest space tests and yo, i'm like the maddest\n  start_ms: 210540\n  end_ms: 213060\n- text: Male, not female, hail from unidel\n  start_ms: 213060\n  end_ms: 215150\n- text: Bounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelled\n  start_ms: 215150\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: In the hallway always ringin with a ho!\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 219800\n- text: This is my 2 times 9 on the scenario\n  start_ms: 219800\n  end_ms: 221960\n- text: 'Q-tip:'\n  start_ms: 221960\n  end_ms: 222210\n- text: Check it out everybody, rhymes and mics\n  start_ms: 222210\n  end_ms: 223670\n- text: Black mens gettin hip, doin what they like!\n  start_ms: 223670\n  end_ms: 225930\n- text: Eight black brothas in the public eye\n  start_ms: 225930\n  end_ms: 228280\n- text: If you listen very close, then i'll tell you why\n  start_ms: 228280\n  end_ms: 230610\n- text: Hood!, phife, milo, dinco and c. brown\n  start_ms: 230610\n  end_ms: 232940\n- text: Shaheed, myself and busta bust brown\n  start_ms: 232940\n  end_ms: 235420\n- text: Will commence to rock (rock!), so bring on the flocks (flocks!)\n  start_ms: 235420\n  end_ms: 238110\n- text: Interrogation for the knockin of the box\n  start_ms: 238110\n  end_ms: 240260\n- text: The boom-box ruler controls the medula\n  start_ms: 240260\n  end_ms: 242460\n- text: None come cooler, i win like shula\n  start_ms: 242460\n  end_ms: 244750\n- text: So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her\n  start_ms: 244750\n  end_ms: 247210\n- text: Intensified mind, non blunt consumer\n  start_ms: 247210\n  end_ms: 249670\n- text: Tip will come booty (well, it's only a rumor!)\n  start_ms: 249670\n  end_ms: 251920\n- text: The beat is so sick, that it starts brain tumors (tumors!)\n  start_ms: 251920\n  end_ms: 254590\n- text: Peace to hood baby from the midnight crooner\n  start_ms: 254590\n  end_ms: 256740\n- text: Smoke him up later, if not, then sooner\n  start_ms: 256740\n  end_ms: 258930\n- text: 'Busta rhymes:'\n  start_ms: 258930\n  end_ms: 259370\n- text: Hey what we gon do! in '92, even though we had fun! in '91\n  start_ms: 259370\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: Quick to turn my day, all things comin down\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 266010\n- text: Run up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground\n  start_ms: 266010\n  end_ms: 268310\n- text: What's goin on my man (god damn!) and now my brain is hurtin\n  start_ms: 268310\n  end_ms: 272230\n- text: Busta, rhythm will hit 'em, then i get 'em\n  start_ms: 272230\n  end_ms: 275620\n- text: Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then i will sit on 'em\n  start_ms: 275620\n  end_ms: 277700\n- text: Open up your mouth if you want the food\n  start_ms: 277700\n  end_ms: 280190\n- text: Take in full, flipmode, cuz i'm in the mood, uh-heh, uh-heh\n  start_ms: 280190\n  end_ms: 282760\n- text: Yeah man, that's how it goes\n  start_ms: 282760\n  end_ms: 285560\n- text: Body drippin with blood comin out your nose\n  start_ms: 285560\n  end_ms: 287940\n- text: Give me a band-aid, what are you askin for? (more!)\n  start_ms: 287940\n  end_ms: 291110\n- text: All in your secret and pure\n  start_ms: 291110\n  end_ms: 292670\n- text: Adverse, they said, check it and i bust a new rap\n  start_ms: 292670\n  end_ms: 295410\n- text: Rap, busta rhymes, and bust this wicked rap\n  start_ms: 295410\n  end_ms: 297720\n- text: Yeah y'all in '92, i'm packin my ant spray (anyway!)\n  start_ms: 297720\n  end_ms: 302050\n- text: Tickle it, tribe called quest, leaders of the new school\n  start_ms: 302050\n  end_ms: 304940\n- text: Mad brothas would still think... rhow, rhow, rhow!\n  start_ms: 304940\n  end_ms: 307710\n- text: To my dragon, baby, stop whining\n  start_ms: 307710\n  end_ms: 310250\n- text: I see my influence still shining\n  start_ms: 310250\n  end_ms: 312180\n- text: More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo\n  start_ms: 312180\n  end_ms: 315430\n- text: That's the scenario!\n  start_ms: 315430\n  end_ms: 317360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 317360\nplain: |-\n  Featuring leaders of the new school, hood\n  Busta rhymes:\n  Here in 1992, we present the fabulous what's the scenario remix\n  Where as there are 7 mcs.\n  Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence\n  And he goes by the name of, uh... hood!\n  Hood:\n  Check the vibe, punk that ass again, god\n  'F' it (shiitt!)! i lay buckshots\n  Hood, madman, i rip up stages\n  Lay down your wages, i'm wild like larry davis\n  Extra, extra, pick up a clip. i'll tear that ass out the frame (huh!)\n  And grab my dick(oh!)\n  By the beats that i bump, i kick and drop bombs\n  I'm rugged and deadly, so i shit on the petty\n  A musical badder bastard, i'm bad news\n  I'm crazy and clever, cut holes in crews\n  Death on the phono, my skills are dolo\n  You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo\n  I bag up waste, electrifying, i'm primetime\n  I slaughter slime, i'm the greatest of all time\n  Sick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga\n  Pump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the river\n  Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can (say what, say what!)\n  I'm a bad, bad man\n  Phife:\n  Quick is how i flip from the tip of the lip\n  Punchin out hits like gladys knight and the pips\n  The 5 foot assassin has just raided your area\n  Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason why i'm hearin ya (so!)\n  Pull out the red carpet cuz i'm kickin this\n  Vanilla ice platinum? that shit's ridiculous\n  Excuse my french, but profanity is all i knew\n  And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, 'f' you too\n  And let it be known, i'm not the one to step to\n  You better off callin d-nice to your rescue\n  Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around\n  As for corny mcs, like chuck d, i 'shut 'em down'\n  The artical don of hip-hop and i won't stop\n  The 5 foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop\n  So do like michael jackson and 'remember the time'(do you remember?)\n  Put on your dancin shoes or somethin cuz you sho' can't rhyme\n  Milo:\n  (Big up big up!) into new eternity\n  Next was said somethin that complies onto me\n  What does it take to check a technique (many styles, many styles!)\n  Hostile heat brings forth the energy\n  Milo in the dance is the new identity\n  One, two mic check, select for the ruffneck\n  At a 10 to 1 bet, i come correct!\n  In my cyphers are blocks, i bring box to connect with knots\n  So i can grow dreadlocks\n  Maintain the rock don't stop the rock!)\n  Maintain the rock (don't stop the rock!)\n  Kick it right, then not, e. watt said not\n  I put my mug up, so fair is fair\n  So c. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\n  C. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\n  Charlie brown:\n  Makin moves y'all (moves y'all!)\n  On and on and on (checka, check it out!)\n  To the breaka, breakadawn (who's that?!?)\n  Guess, one of the lons and a tribe called quest\n  (East coast!) to west\n  Remixed mad kick more than metallica\n  To all ends like the battlestar gallactica\n  Stampin, stompin, rompin compton\n  (People all over the world!) i'm promptin (style!)\n  Pick a style, any style, strong isle\n  Representation, sensationalization\n  Scenario for the radio, bls and kiss, so\n  (Here we go, yo!) yeah\n  Force, main source lp on the rise\n  In living color was seen through original eyes\n  And i'm out like shout, ooh ahh, ooh ahh\n  (Ooh ahh, ooh ahh!) there it is baby par\n  Dinco:\n  Vine, limb on a limb, slim chim\n  P i am, there i am (there i am!)\n  Don't run from a blim\n  Sight be be right, be polite for mice like a mike\n  See sick, see syke\n  And slip away and off to the poconos\n  Spot bring the flows, might swing the fruity poles\n  Yamaha (yay-ha-may!)\n  Let's split the funk, now it all spells (hey!)\n  Enough, enough, misfitted i'm with it\n  If i did it, i would split it and probably shouldn't have quit\n  Cuz yo, my public status act knight like gladys\n  Take rest space tests and yo, i'm like the maddest\n  Male, not female, hail from unidel\n  Bounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelled\n  In the hallway always ringin with a ho!\n  This is my 2 times 9 on the scenario\n  Q-tip:\n  Check it out everybody, rhymes and mics\n  Black mens gettin hip, doin what they like!\n  Eight black brothas in the public eye\n  If you listen very close, then i'll tell you why\n  Hood!, phife, milo, dinco and c. brown\n  Shaheed, myself and busta bust brown\n  Will commence to rock (rock!), so bring on the flocks (flocks!)\n  Interrogation for the knockin of the box\n  The boom-box ruler controls the medula\n  None come cooler, i win like shula\n  So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her\n  Intensified mind, non blunt consumer\n  Tip will come booty (well, it's only a rumor!)\n  The beat is so sick, that it starts brain tumors (tumors!)\n  Peace to hood baby from the midnight crooner\n  Smoke him up later, if not, then sooner\n  Busta rhymes:\n  Hey what we gon do! in '92, even though we had fun! in '91\n  Quick to turn my day, all things comin down\n  Run up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground\n  What's goin on my man (god damn!) and now my brain is hurtin\n  Busta, rhythm will hit 'em, then i get 'em\n  Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then i will sit on 'em\n  Open up your mouth if you want the food\n  Take in full, flipmode, cuz i'm in the mood, uh-heh, uh-heh\n  Yeah man, that's how it goes\n  Body drippin with blood comin out your nose\n  Give me a band-aid, what are you askin for? (more!)\n  All in your secret and pure\n  Adverse, they said, check it and i bust a new rap\n  Rap, busta rhymes, and bust this wicked rap\n  Yeah y'all in '92, i'm packin my ant spray (anyway!)\n  Tickle it, tribe called quest, leaders of the new school\n  Mad brothas would still think... rhow, rhow, rhow!\n  To my dragon, baby, stop whining\n  I see my influence still shining\n  More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo\n  That's the scenario!\n"},{"id":11654059,"name":"Scenario (Remix)","trackName":"Scenario (Remix)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Scenario","duration":318.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring leaders of the new school, hood\nBusta rhymes:\nHere in 1992, we present the fabulous what's the scenario remix\nwhere as there are 7 mcs.\nsix which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence\nand he goes by the name of, uh... hood!\nHood:\nCheck the vibe, punk that ass again, god\n'f' it (shiitt!)! i lay buckshots\nhood, madman, i rip up stages\nlay down your wages, i'm wild like larry davis\nextra, extra, pick up a clip. i'll tear that ass out the frame (huh!)\nand grab my dick(oh!)\nby the beats that i bump, i kick and drop bombs\ni'm rugged and deadly, so i shit on the petty\na musical badder bastard, i'm bad news\ni'm crazy and clever, cut holes in crews\ndeath on the phono, my skills are dolo\nyou say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo\ni bag up waste, electrifying, i'm primetime\ni slaughter slime, i'm the greatest of all time\nsick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga\npump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the river\ntwo tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can (say what, say what!)\ni'm a bad, bad man\nPhife:\nQuick is how i flip from the tip of the lip\npunchin out hits like gladys knight and the pips\nthe 5 foot assassin has just raided your area\nyour booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason why i'm hearin ya (so!)\npull out the red carpet cuz i'm kickin this\nvanilla ice platinum? that shit's ridiculous\nexcuse my french, but profanity is all i knew\nand to you other sellouts, oh yeah, 'f' you too\nand let it be known, i'm not the one to step to\nyou better off callin d-nice to your rescue\nfreestyle fanatic, probably the best around\nas for corny mcs, like chuck d, i 'shut 'em down'\nthe artical don of hip-hop and i won't stop\nthe 5 foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop\nso do like michael jackson and 'remember the time'(do you remember?)\nput on your dancin shoes or somethin cuz you sho' can't rhyme\nMilo:\n(big up big up!) into new eternity\nnext was said somethin that complies onto me\nwhat does it take to check a technique (many styles, many styles!)\nhostile heat brings forth the energy\nmilo in the dance is the new identity\none, two mic check, select for the ruffneck\nat a 10 to 1 bet, i come correct!\nin my cyphers are blocks, i bring box to connect with knots\nso i can grow dreadlocks\nmaintain the rock don't stop the rock!)\nmaintain the rock (don't stop the rock!)\nkick it right, then not, e. watt said not\ni put my mug up, so fair is fair\nso c. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\nc. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\nCharlie brown:\nMakin moves y'all (moves y'all!)\non and on and on (checka, check it out!)\nto the breaka, breakadawn (who's that?!?)\nguess, one of the lons and a tribe called quest\n(east coast!) to west\nremixed mad kick more than metallica\nto all ends like the battlestar gallactica\nstampin, stompin, rompin compton\n(people all over the world!) i'm promptin (style!)\npick a style, any style, strong isle\nrepresentation, sensationalization\nscenario for the radio, bls and kiss, so\n(here we go, yo!) yeah\nforce, main source lp on the rise\nin living color was seen through original eyes\nand i'm out like shout, ooh ahh, ooh ahh\n(ooh ahh, ooh ahh!) there it is baby par\nDinco:\nVine, limb on a limb, slim chim\np i am, there i am (there i am!)\ndon't run from a blim\nsight be be right, be polite for mice like a mike\nsee sick, see syke\nand slip away and off to the poconos\nspot bring the flows, might swing the fruity poles\nyamaha (yay-ha-may!)\nlet's split the funk, now it all spells (hey!)\nenough, enough, misfitted i'm with it\nif i did it, i would split it and probably shouldn't have quit\ncuz yo, my public status act knight like gladys\ntake rest space tests and yo, i'm like the maddest\nmale, not female, hail from unidel\nbounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelled\nin the hallway always ringin with a ho!\nthis is my 2 times 9 on the scenario\nQ-tip:\nCheck it out everybody, rhymes and mics\nblack mens gettin hip, doin what they like!\neight black brothas in the public eye\nif you listen very close, then i'll tell you why\nhood!, phife, milo, dinco and c. brown\nshaheed, myself and busta bust brown\nwill commence to rock (rock!), so bring on the flocks (flocks!)\ninterrogation for the knockin of the box\nthe boom-box ruler controls the medula\nnone come cooler, i win like shula\nso bust out the moves as you start to pursue her\nintensified mind, non blunt consumer\ntip will come booty (well, it's only a rumor!)\nthe beat is so sick, that it starts brain tumors (tumors!)\npeace to hood baby from the midnight crooner\nsmoke him up later, if not, then sooner\nBusta rhymes:\nHey what we gon do! in '92, even though we had fun! in '91\nquick to turn my day, all things comin down\nrun up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground\nwhat's goin on my man (god damn!) and now my brain is hurtin\nbusta, rhythm will hit 'em, then i get 'em\nrip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then i will sit on 'em\nopen up your mouth if you want the food\ntake in full, flipmode, cuz i'm in the mood, uh-heh, uh-heh\nyeah man, that's how it goes\nbody drippin with blood comin out your nose\ngive me a band-aid, what are you askin for? (more!)\nall in your secret and pure\nadverse, they said, check it and i bust a new rap\nrap, busta rhymes, and bust this wicked rap\nyeah y'all in '92, i'm packin my ant spray (anyway!)\ntickle it, tribe called quest, leaders of the new school\nmad brothas would still think... rhow, rhow, rhow!\nto my dragon, baby, stop whining\ni see my influence still shining\nmore crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo\nthat's the scenario!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.72] Featuring leaders of the new school, hood\n[00:01.58] Busta rhymes:\n[00:01.88] Here in 1992, we present the fabulous what's the scenario remix\n[00:07.86] where as there are 7 mcs.\n[00:10.33] six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence\n[00:14.83] and he goes by the name of, uh... hood!\n[00:18.84] Hood:\n[00:19.87] Check the vibe, punk that ass again, god\n[00:21.45] 'f' it (shiitt!)! i lay buckshots\n[00:23.79] hood, madman, i rip up stages\n[00:25.88] lay down your wages, i'm wild like larry davis\n[00:28.43] extra, extra, pick up a clip. i'll tear that ass out the frame (huh!)\n[00:31.96] and grab my dick(oh!)\n[00:33.00] by the beats that i bump, i kick and drop bombs\n[00:35.27] i'm rugged and deadly, so i shit on the petty\n[00:37.58] a musical badder bastard, i'm bad news\n[00:40.01] i'm crazy and clever, cut holes in crews\n[00:42.47] death on the phono, my skills are dolo\n[00:44.60] you say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo\n[00:46.85] i bag up waste, electrifying, i'm primetime\n[00:49.54] i slaughter slime, i'm the greatest of all time\n[00:51.75] sick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga\n[00:53.77] pump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the river\n[00:56.57] two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can (say what, say what!)\n[00:59.84] i'm a bad, bad man\n[01:00.97] Phife:\n[01:01.37] Quick is how i flip from the tip of the lip\n[01:03.48] punchin out hits like gladys knight and the pips\n[01:05.93] the 5 foot assassin has just raided your area\n[01:08.83] your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason why i'm hearin ya (so!)\n[01:11.38] pull out the red carpet cuz i'm kickin this\n[01:13.86] vanilla ice platinum? that shit's ridiculous\n[01:16.02] excuse my french, but profanity is all i knew\n[01:18.47] and to you other sellouts, oh yeah, 'f' you too\n[01:21.03] and let it be known, i'm not the one to step to\n[01:23.26] you better off callin d-nice to your rescue\n[01:25.40] freestyle fanatic, probably the best around\n[01:27.17] as for corny mcs, like chuck d, i 'shut 'em down'\n[01:29.33] the artical don of hip-hop and i won't stop\n[01:31.56] the 5 foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop\n[01:34.56] so do like michael jackson and 'remember the time'(do you remember?)\n[01:36.91] put on your dancin shoes or somethin cuz you sho' can't rhyme\n[01:38.89] Milo:\n[01:39.13] (big up big up!) into new eternity\n[01:41.02] next was said somethin that complies onto me\n[01:43.77] what does it take to check a technique (many styles, many styles!)\n[01:48.22] hostile heat brings forth the energy\n[01:50.53] milo in the dance is the new identity\n[01:52.74] one, two mic check, select for the ruffneck\n[01:55.23] at a 10 to 1 bet, i come correct!\n[01:57.69] in my cyphers are blocks, i bring box to connect with knots\n[02:00.79] so i can grow dreadlocks\n[02:02.79] maintain the rock don't stop the rock!)\n[02:04.66] maintain the rock (don't stop the rock!)\n[02:06.86] kick it right, then not, e. watt said not\n[02:09.33] i put my mug up, so fair is fair\n[02:11.74] so c. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\n[02:13.84] c. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\n[02:16.43] Charlie brown:\n[02:16.67] Makin moves y'all (moves y'all!)\n[02:17.88] on and on and on (checka, check it out!)\n[02:21.00] to the breaka, breakadawn (who's that?!?)\n[02:22.54] guess, one of the lons and a tribe called quest\n[02:25.41] (east coast!) to west\n[02:26.87] remixed mad kick more than metallica\n[02:29.17] to all ends like the battlestar gallactica\n[02:31.57] stampin, stompin, rompin compton\n[02:34.07] (people all over the world!) i'm promptin (style!)\n[02:36.43] pick a style, any style, strong isle\n[02:38.70] representation, sensationalization\n[02:40.93] scenario for the radio, bls and kiss, so\n[02:44.20] (here we go, yo!) yeah\n[02:45.62] force, main source lp on the rise\n[02:48.03] in living color was seen through original eyes\n[02:50.24] and i'm out like shout, ooh ahh, ooh ahh\n[02:52.84] (ooh ahh, ooh ahh!) there it is baby par\n[02:55.01] Dinco:\n[03:04.26] Vine, limb on a limb, slim chim\n[03:06.28] p i am, there i am (there i am!)\n[03:07.66] don't run from a blim\n[03:09.49] sight be be right, be polite for mice like a mike\n[03:12.07] see sick, see syke\n[03:14.15] and slip away and off to the poconos\n[03:16.48] spot bring the flows, might swing the fruity poles\n[03:18.74] yamaha (yay-ha-may!)\n[03:20.92] let's split the funk, now it all spells (hey!)\n[03:23.52] enough, enough, misfitted i'm with it\n[03:25.88] if i did it, i would split it and probably shouldn't have quit\n[03:28.17] cuz yo, my public status act knight like gladys\n[03:30.54] take rest space tests and yo, i'm like the maddest\n[03:33.06] male, not female, hail from unidel\n[03:35.15] bounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelled\n[03:37.54] in the hallway always ringin with a ho!\n[03:39.80] this is my 2 times 9 on the scenario\n[03:41.96] Q-tip:\n[03:42.21] Check it out everybody, rhymes and mics\n[03:43.67] black mens gettin hip, doin what they like!\n[03:45.93] eight black brothas in the public eye\n[03:48.28] if you listen very close, then i'll tell you why\n[03:50.61] hood!, phife, milo, dinco and c. brown\n[03:52.94] shaheed, myself and busta bust brown\n[03:55.42] will commence to rock (rock!), so bring on the flocks (flocks!)\n[03:58.11] interrogation for the knockin of the box\n[04:00.26] the boom-box ruler controls the medula\n[04:02.46] none come cooler, i win like shula\n[04:04.75] so bust out the moves as you start to pursue her\n[04:07.21] intensified mind, non blunt consumer\n[04:09.67] tip will come booty (well, it's only a rumor!)\n[04:11.92] the beat is so sick, that it starts brain tumors (tumors!)\n[04:14.59] peace to hood baby from the midnight crooner\n[04:16.74] smoke him up later, if not, then sooner\n[04:18.93] Busta rhymes:\n[04:19.37] Hey what we gon do! in '92, even though we had fun! in '91\n[04:23.49] quick to turn my day, all things comin down\n[04:26.01] run up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground\n[04:28.31] what's goin on my man (god damn!) and now my brain is hurtin\n[04:32.23] busta, rhythm will hit 'em, then i get 'em\n[04:35.62] rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then i will sit on 'em\n[04:37.70] open up your mouth if you want the food\n[04:40.19] take in full, flipmode, cuz i'm in the mood, uh-heh, uh-heh\n[04:42.76] yeah man, that's how it goes\n[04:45.56] body drippin with blood comin out your nose\n[04:47.94] give me a band-aid, what are you askin for? 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(more!)\n  start_ms: 287940\n  end_ms: 291110\n- text: all in your secret and pure\n  start_ms: 291110\n  end_ms: 292670\n- text: adverse, they said, check it and i bust a new rap\n  start_ms: 292670\n  end_ms: 295410\n- text: rap, busta rhymes, and bust this wicked rap\n  start_ms: 295410\n  end_ms: 297720\n- text: yeah y'all in '92, i'm packin my ant spray (anyway!)\n  start_ms: 297720\n  end_ms: 302050\n- text: tickle it, tribe called quest, leaders of the new school\n  start_ms: 302050\n  end_ms: 304940\n- text: mad brothas would still think... rhow, rhow, rhow!\n  start_ms: 304940\n  end_ms: 307710\n- text: to my dragon, baby, stop whining\n  start_ms: 307710\n  end_ms: 310250\n- text: i see my influence still shining\n  start_ms: 310250\n  end_ms: 312180\n- text: more crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo\n  start_ms: 312180\n  end_ms: 315430\n- text: that's the scenario!\n  start_ms: 315430\n  end_ms: 317360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 317360\nplain: |-\n  Featuring leaders of the new school, hood\n  Busta rhymes:\n  Here in 1992, we present the fabulous what's the scenario remix\n  where as there are 7 mcs.\n  six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence\n  and he goes by the name of, uh... hood!\n  Hood:\n  Check the vibe, punk that ass again, god\n  'f' it (shiitt!)! i lay buckshots\n  hood, madman, i rip up stages\n  lay down your wages, i'm wild like larry davis\n  extra, extra, pick up a clip. i'll tear that ass out the frame (huh!)\n  and grab my dick(oh!)\n  by the beats that i bump, i kick and drop bombs\n  i'm rugged and deadly, so i shit on the petty\n  a musical badder bastard, i'm bad news\n  i'm crazy and clever, cut holes in crews\n  death on the phono, my skills are dolo\n  you say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo\n  i bag up waste, electrifying, i'm primetime\n  i slaughter slime, i'm the greatest of all time\n  sick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga\n  pump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the river\n  two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can (say what, say what!)\n  i'm a bad, bad man\n  Phife:\n  Quick is how i flip from the tip of the lip\n  punchin out hits like gladys knight and the pips\n  the 5 foot assassin has just raided your area\n  your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason why i'm hearin ya (so!)\n  pull out the red carpet cuz i'm kickin this\n  vanilla ice platinum? that shit's ridiculous\n  excuse my french, but profanity is all i knew\n  and to you other sellouts, oh yeah, 'f' you too\n  and let it be known, i'm not the one to step to\n  you better off callin d-nice to your rescue\n  freestyle fanatic, probably the best around\n  as for corny mcs, like chuck d, i 'shut 'em down'\n  the artical don of hip-hop and i won't stop\n  the 5 foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop\n  so do like michael jackson and 'remember the time'(do you remember?)\n  put on your dancin shoes or somethin cuz you sho' can't rhyme\n  Milo:\n  (big up big up!) into new eternity\n  next was said somethin that complies onto me\n  what does it take to check a technique (many styles, many styles!)\n  hostile heat brings forth the energy\n  milo in the dance is the new identity\n  one, two mic check, select for the ruffneck\n  at a 10 to 1 bet, i come correct!\n  in my cyphers are blocks, i bring box to connect with knots\n  so i can grow dreadlocks\n  maintain the rock don't stop the rock!)\n  maintain the rock (don't stop the rock!)\n  kick it right, then not, e. watt said not\n  i put my mug up, so fair is fair\n  so c. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\n  c. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\n  Charlie brown:\n  Makin moves y'all (moves y'all!)\n  on and on and on (checka, check it out!)\n  to the breaka, breakadawn (who's that?!?)\n  guess, one of the lons and a tribe called quest\n  (east coast!) to west\n  remixed mad kick more than metallica\n  to all ends like the battlestar gallactica\n  stampin, stompin, rompin compton\n  (people all over the world!) i'm promptin (style!)\n  pick a style, any style, strong isle\n  representation, sensationalization\n  scenario for the radio, bls and kiss, so\n  (here we go, yo!) yeah\n  force, main source lp on the rise\n  in living color was seen through original eyes\n  and i'm out like shout, ooh ahh, ooh ahh\n  (ooh ahh, ooh ahh!) there it is baby par\n  Dinco:\n  Vine, limb on a limb, slim chim\n  p i am, there i am (there i am!)\n  don't run from a blim\n  sight be be right, be polite for mice like a mike\n  see sick, see syke\n  and slip away and off to the poconos\n  spot bring the flows, might swing the fruity poles\n  yamaha (yay-ha-may!)\n  let's split the funk, now it all spells (hey!)\n  enough, enough, misfitted i'm with it\n  if i did it, i would split it and probably shouldn't have quit\n  cuz yo, my public status act knight like gladys\n  take rest space tests and yo, i'm like the maddest\n  male, not female, hail from unidel\n  bounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelled\n  in the hallway always ringin with a ho!\n  this is my 2 times 9 on the scenario\n  Q-tip:\n  Check it out everybody, rhymes and mics\n  black mens gettin hip, doin what they like!\n  eight black brothas in the public eye\n  if you listen very close, then i'll tell you why\n  hood!, phife, milo, dinco and c. brown\n  shaheed, myself and busta bust brown\n  will commence to rock (rock!), so bring on the flocks (flocks!)\n  interrogation for the knockin of the box\n  the boom-box ruler controls the medula\n  none come cooler, i win like shula\n  so bust out the moves as you start to pursue her\n  intensified mind, non blunt consumer\n  tip will come booty (well, it's only a rumor!)\n  the beat is so sick, that it starts brain tumors (tumors!)\n  peace to hood baby from the midnight crooner\n  smoke him up later, if not, then sooner\n  Busta rhymes:\n  Hey what we gon do! in '92, even though we had fun! in '91\n  quick to turn my day, all things comin down\n  run up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground\n  what's goin on my man (god damn!) and now my brain is hurtin\n  busta, rhythm will hit 'em, then i get 'em\n  rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then i will sit on 'em\n  open up your mouth if you want the food\n  take in full, flipmode, cuz i'm in the mood, uh-heh, uh-heh\n  yeah man, that's how it goes\n  body drippin with blood comin out your nose\n  give me a band-aid, what are you askin for? (more!)\n  all in your secret and pure\n  adverse, they said, check it and i bust a new rap\n  rap, busta rhymes, and bust this wicked rap\n  yeah y'all in '92, i'm packin my ant spray (anyway!)\n  tickle it, tribe called quest, leaders of the new school\n  mad brothas would still think... rhow, rhow, rhow!\n  to my dragon, baby, stop whining\n  i see my influence still shining\n  more crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo\n  that's the scenario!\n"},{"id":27127015,"name":"Scenario (Remix)","trackName":"Scenario (Remix)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Scenario","duration":321.666667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring leaders of the new school, hood\nBusta rhymes:\nHere in 1992, we present the fabulous what's the scenario remix\nWhere as there are 7 mcs.\nSix which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence\nAnd he goes by the name of, uh... hood!\nHood:\nCheck the vibe, punk that ass again, god\n'F' it (shiitt!)! i lay buckshots\nHood, madman, i rip up stages\nLay down your wages, i'm wild like larry davis\nExtra, extra, pick up a clip. i'll tear that ass out the frame (huh!)\nAnd grab my dick(oh!)\nBy the beats that i bump, i kick and drop bombs\nI'm rugged and deadly, so i shit on the petty\nA musical badder bastard, i'm bad news\nI'm crazy and clever, cut holes in crews\nDeath on the phono, my skills are dolo\nYou say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo\nI bag up waste, electrifying, i'm primetime\nI slaughter slime, i'm the greatest of all time\nSick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga\nPump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the river\nTwo tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can (say what, say what!)\nI'm a bad, bad man\nPhife:\nQuick is how i flip from the tip of the lip\nPunchin out hits like gladys knight and the pips\nThe 5 foot assassin has just raided your area\nYour booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason why i'm hearin ya (so!)\nPull out the red carpet cuz i'm kickin this\nVanilla ice platinum? that shit's ridiculous\nExcuse my french, but profanity is all i knew\nAnd to you other sellouts, oh yeah, 'f' you too\nAnd let it be known, i'm not the one to step to\nYou better off callin d-nice to your rescue\nFreestyle fanatic, probably the best around\nAs for corny mcs, like chuck d, i 'shut 'em down'\nThe artical don of hip-hop and i won't stop\nThe 5 foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop\nSo do like michael jackson and 'remember the time'(do you remember?)\nPut on your dancin shoes or somethin cuz you sho' can't rhyme\nMilo:\n(Big up big up!) into new eternity\nNext was said somethin that complies onto me\nWhat does it take to check a technique (many styles, many styles!)\nHostile heat brings forth the energy\nMilo in the dance is the new identity\nOne, two mic check, select for the ruffneck\nAt a 10 to 1 bet, i come correct!\nIn my cyphers are blocks, i bring box to connect with knots\nSo i can grow dreadlocks\nMaintain the rock don't stop the rock!)\nMaintain the rock (don't stop the rock!)\nKick it right, then not, e. watt said not\nI put my mug up, so fair is fair\nSo c. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\nC. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\nCharlie brown:\nMakin moves y'all (moves y'all!)\nOn and on and on (checka, check it out!)\nTo the breaka, breakadawn (who's that?!?)\nGuess, one of the lons and a tribe called quest\n(East coast!) to west\nRemixed mad kick more than metallica\nTo all ends like the battlestar gallactica\nStampin, stompin, rompin compton\n(People all over the world!) i'm promptin (style!)\nPick a style, any style, strong isle\nRepresentation, sensationalization\nScenario for the radio, bls and kiss, so\n(Here we go, yo!) yeah\nForce, main source lp on the rise\nIn living color was seen through original eyes\nAnd i'm out like shout, ooh ahh, ooh ahh\n(Ooh ahh, ooh ahh!) there it is baby par\nDinco:\nVine, limb on a limb, slim chim\nP i am, there i am (there i am!)\nDon't run from a blim\nSight be be right, be polite for mice like a mike\nSee sick, see syke\nAnd slip away and off to the poconos\nSpot bring the flows, might swing the fruity poles\nYamaha (yay-ha-may!)\nLet's split the funk, now it all spells (hey!)\nEnough, enough, misfitted i'm with it\nIf i did it, i would split it and probably shouldn't have quit\nCuz yo, my public status act knight like gladys\nTake rest space tests and yo, i'm like the maddest\nMale, not female, hail from unidel\nBounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelled\nIn the hallway always ringin with a ho!\nThis is my 2 times 9 on the scenario\nQ-tip:\nCheck it out everybody, rhymes and mics\nBlack mens gettin hip, doin what they like!\nEight black brothas in the public eye\nIf you listen very close, then i'll tell you why\nHood!, phife, milo, dinco and c. brown\nShaheed, myself and busta bust brown\nWill commence to rock (rock!), so bring on the flocks (flocks!)\nInterrogation for the knockin of the box\nThe boom-box ruler controls the medula\nNone come cooler, i win like shula\nSo bust out the moves as you start to pursue her\nIntensified mind, non blunt consumer\nTip will come booty (well, it's only a rumor!)\nThe beat is so sick, that it starts brain tumors (tumors!)\nPeace to hood baby from the midnight crooner\nSmoke him up later, if not, then sooner\nBusta rhymes:\nHey what we gon do! in '92, even though we had fun! in '91\nQuick to turn my day, all things comin down\nRun up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground\nWhat's goin on my man (god damn!) and now my brain is hurtin\nBusta, rhythm will hit 'em, then i get 'em\nRip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then i will sit on 'em\nOpen up your mouth if you want the food\nTake in full, flipmode, cuz i'm in the mood, uh-heh, uh-heh\nYeah man, that's how it goes\nBody drippin with blood comin out your nose\nGive me a band-aid, what are you askin for? (more!)\nAll in your secret and pure\nAdverse, they said, check it and i bust a new rap\nRap, busta rhymes, and bust this wicked rap\nYeah y'all in '92, i'm packin my ant spray (anyway!)\nTickle it, tribe called quest, leaders of the new school\nMad brothas would still think... rhow, rhow, rhow!\nTo my dragon, baby, stop whining\nI see my influence still shining\nMore crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo\nThat's the scenario!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.72] Featuring leaders of the new school, hood\n[00:01.58] Busta rhymes:\n[00:01.88] Here in 1992, we present the fabulous what's the scenario remix\n[00:07.86] Where as there are 7 mcs.\n[00:10.33] Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence\n[00:14.83] And he goes by the name of, uh... hood!\n[00:18.84] Hood:\n[00:19.87] Check the vibe, punk that ass again, god\n[00:21.45] 'F' it (shiitt!)! i lay buckshots\n[00:23.79] Hood, madman, i rip up stages\n[00:25.88] Lay down your wages, i'm wild like larry davis\n[00:28.43] Extra, extra, pick up a clip. i'll tear that ass out the frame (huh!)\n[00:31.96] And grab my dick(oh!)\n[00:33.00] By the beats that i bump, i kick and drop bombs\n[00:35.27] I'm rugged and deadly, so i shit on the petty\n[00:37.58] A musical badder bastard, i'm bad news\n[00:40.01] I'm crazy and clever, cut holes in crews\n[00:42.47] Death on the phono, my skills are dolo\n[00:44.60] You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo\n[00:46.85] I bag up waste, electrifying, i'm primetime\n[00:49.54] I slaughter slime, i'm the greatest of all time\n[00:51.75] Sick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga\n[00:53.77] Pump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the river\n[00:56.57] Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can (say what, say what!)\n[00:59.84] I'm a bad, bad man\n[01:00.97] Phife:\n[01:01.37] Quick is how i flip from the tip of the lip\n[01:03.48] Punchin out hits like gladys knight and the pips\n[01:05.93] The 5 foot assassin has just raided your area\n[01:08.83] Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason why i'm hearin ya (so!)\n[01:11.38] Pull out the red carpet cuz i'm kickin this\n[01:13.86] Vanilla ice platinum? that shit's ridiculous\n[01:16.02] Excuse my french, but profanity is all i knew\n[01:18.47] And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, 'f' you too\n[01:21.03] And let it be known, i'm not the one to step to\n[01:23.26] You better off callin d-nice to your rescue\n[01:25.40] Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around\n[01:27.17] As for corny mcs, like chuck d, i 'shut 'em down'\n[01:29.33] The artical don of hip-hop and i won't stop\n[01:31.56] The 5 foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop\n[01:34.56] So do like michael jackson and 'remember the time'(do you remember?)\n[01:36.91] Put on your dancin shoes or somethin cuz you sho' can't rhyme\n[01:38.89] Milo:\n[01:39.13] (Big up big up!) into new eternity\n[01:41.02] Next was said somethin that complies onto me\n[01:43.77] What does it take to check a technique (many styles, many styles!)\n[01:48.22] Hostile heat brings forth the energy\n[01:50.53] Milo in the dance is the new identity\n[01:52.74] One, two mic check, select for the ruffneck\n[01:55.23] At a 10 to 1 bet, i come correct!\n[01:57.69] In my cyphers are blocks, i bring box to connect with knots\n[02:00.79] So i can grow dreadlocks\n[02:02.79] Maintain the rock don't stop the rock!)\n[02:04.66] Maintain the rock (don't stop the rock!)\n[02:06.86] Kick it right, then not, e. watt said not\n[02:09.33] I put my mug up, so fair is fair\n[02:11.74] So c. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\n[02:13.84] C. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\n[02:16.43] Charlie brown:\n[02:16.67] Makin moves y'all (moves y'all!)\n[02:17.88] On and on and on (checka, check it out!)\n[02:21.00] To the breaka, breakadawn (who's that?!?)\n[02:22.54] Guess, one of the lons and a tribe called quest\n[02:25.41] (East coast!) to west\n[02:26.87] Remixed mad kick more than metallica\n[02:29.17] To all ends like the battlestar gallactica\n[02:31.57] Stampin, stompin, rompin compton\n[02:34.07] (People all over the world!) i'm promptin (style!)\n[02:36.43] Pick a style, any style, strong isle\n[02:38.70] Representation, sensationalization\n[02:40.93] Scenario for the radio, bls and kiss, so\n[02:44.20] (Here we go, yo!) yeah\n[02:45.62] Force, main source lp on the rise\n[02:48.03] In living color was seen through original eyes\n[02:50.24] And i'm out like shout, ooh ahh, ooh ahh\n[02:52.84] (Ooh ahh, ooh ahh!) there it is baby par\n[02:55.01] Dinco:\n[03:04.26] Vine, limb on a limb, slim chim\n[03:06.28] P i am, there i am (there i am!)\n[03:07.66] Don't run from a blim\n[03:09.49] Sight be be right, be polite for mice like a mike\n[03:12.07] See sick, see syke\n[03:14.15] And slip away and off to the poconos\n[03:16.48] Spot bring the flows, might swing the fruity poles\n[03:18.74] Yamaha (yay-ha-may!)\n[03:20.92] Let's split the funk, now it all spells (hey!)\n[03:23.52] Enough, enough, misfitted i'm with it\n[03:25.88] If i did it, i would split it and probably shouldn't have quit\n[03:28.17] Cuz yo, my public status act knight like gladys\n[03:30.54] Take rest space tests and yo, i'm like the maddest\n[03:33.06] Male, not female, hail from unidel\n[03:35.15] Bounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelled\n[03:37.54] In the hallway always ringin with a ho!\n[03:39.80] This is my 2 times 9 on the scenario\n[03:41.96] Q-tip:\n[03:42.21] Check it out everybody, rhymes and mics\n[03:43.67] Black mens gettin hip, doin what they like!\n[03:45.93] Eight black brothas in the public eye\n[03:48.28] If you listen very close, then i'll tell you why\n[03:50.61] Hood!, phife, milo, dinco and c. brown\n[03:52.94] Shaheed, myself and busta bust brown\n[03:55.42] Will commence to rock (rock!), so bring on the flocks (flocks!)\n[03:58.11] Interrogation for the knockin of the box\n[04:00.26] The boom-box ruler controls the medula\n[04:02.46] None come cooler, i win like shula\n[04:04.75] So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her\n[04:07.21] Intensified mind, non blunt consumer\n[04:09.67] Tip will come booty (well, it's only a rumor!)\n[04:11.92] The beat is so sick, that it starts brain tumors (tumors!)\n[04:14.59] Peace to hood baby from the midnight crooner\n[04:16.74] Smoke him up later, if not, then sooner\n[04:18.93] Busta rhymes:\n[04:19.37] Hey what we gon do! in '92, even though we had fun! in '91\n[04:23.49] Quick to turn my day, all things comin down\n[04:26.01] Run up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground\n[04:28.31] What's goin on my man (god damn!) and now my brain is hurtin\n[04:32.23] Busta, rhythm will hit 'em, then i get 'em\n[04:35.62] Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then i will sit on 'em\n[04:37.70] Open up your mouth if you want the food\n[04:40.19] Take in full, flipmode, cuz i'm in the mood, uh-heh, uh-heh\n[04:42.76] Yeah man, that's how it goes\n[04:45.56] Body drippin with blood comin out your nose\n[04:47.94] Give me a band-aid, what are you askin for? 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(more!)\n  start_ms: 287940\n  end_ms: 291110\n- text: All in your secret and pure\n  start_ms: 291110\n  end_ms: 292670\n- text: Adverse, they said, check it and i bust a new rap\n  start_ms: 292670\n  end_ms: 295410\n- text: Rap, busta rhymes, and bust this wicked rap\n  start_ms: 295410\n  end_ms: 297720\n- text: Yeah y'all in '92, i'm packin my ant spray (anyway!)\n  start_ms: 297720\n  end_ms: 302050\n- text: Tickle it, tribe called quest, leaders of the new school\n  start_ms: 302050\n  end_ms: 304940\n- text: Mad brothas would still think... rhow, rhow, rhow!\n  start_ms: 304940\n  end_ms: 307710\n- text: To my dragon, baby, stop whining\n  start_ms: 307710\n  end_ms: 310250\n- text: I see my influence still shining\n  start_ms: 310250\n  end_ms: 312180\n- text: More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo\n  start_ms: 312180\n  end_ms: 315430\n- text: That's the scenario!\n  start_ms: 315430\n  end_ms: 317360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 317360\nplain: |-\n  Featuring leaders of the new school, hood\n  Busta rhymes:\n  Here in 1992, we present the fabulous what's the scenario remix\n  Where as there are 7 mcs.\n  Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence\n  And he goes by the name of, uh... hood!\n  Hood:\n  Check the vibe, punk that ass again, god\n  'F' it (shiitt!)! i lay buckshots\n  Hood, madman, i rip up stages\n  Lay down your wages, i'm wild like larry davis\n  Extra, extra, pick up a clip. i'll tear that ass out the frame (huh!)\n  And grab my dick(oh!)\n  By the beats that i bump, i kick and drop bombs\n  I'm rugged and deadly, so i shit on the petty\n  A musical badder bastard, i'm bad news\n  I'm crazy and clever, cut holes in crews\n  Death on the phono, my skills are dolo\n  You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo\n  I bag up waste, electrifying, i'm primetime\n  I slaughter slime, i'm the greatest of all time\n  Sick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga\n  Pump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the river\n  Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can (say what, say what!)\n  I'm a bad, bad man\n  Phife:\n  Quick is how i flip from the tip of the lip\n  Punchin out hits like gladys knight and the pips\n  The 5 foot assassin has just raided your area\n  Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason why i'm hearin ya (so!)\n  Pull out the red carpet cuz i'm kickin this\n  Vanilla ice platinum? that shit's ridiculous\n  Excuse my french, but profanity is all i knew\n  And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, 'f' you too\n  And let it be known, i'm not the one to step to\n  You better off callin d-nice to your rescue\n  Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around\n  As for corny mcs, like chuck d, i 'shut 'em down'\n  The artical don of hip-hop and i won't stop\n  The 5 foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop\n  So do like michael jackson and 'remember the time'(do you remember?)\n  Put on your dancin shoes or somethin cuz you sho' can't rhyme\n  Milo:\n  (Big up big up!) into new eternity\n  Next was said somethin that complies onto me\n  What does it take to check a technique (many styles, many styles!)\n  Hostile heat brings forth the energy\n  Milo in the dance is the new identity\n  One, two mic check, select for the ruffneck\n  At a 10 to 1 bet, i come correct!\n  In my cyphers are blocks, i bring box to connect with knots\n  So i can grow dreadlocks\n  Maintain the rock don't stop the rock!)\n  Maintain the rock (don't stop the rock!)\n  Kick it right, then not, e. watt said not\n  I put my mug up, so fair is fair\n  So c. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\n  C. brown are we in the clear? (yeah!)\n  Charlie brown:\n  Makin moves y'all (moves y'all!)\n  On and on and on (checka, check it out!)\n  To the breaka, breakadawn (who's that?!?)\n  Guess, one of the lons and a tribe called quest\n  (East coast!) to west\n  Remixed mad kick more than metallica\n  To all ends like the battlestar gallactica\n  Stampin, stompin, rompin compton\n  (People all over the world!) i'm promptin (style!)\n  Pick a style, any style, strong isle\n  Representation, sensationalization\n  Scenario for the radio, bls and kiss, so\n  (Here we go, yo!) yeah\n  Force, main source lp on the rise\n  In living color was seen through original eyes\n  And i'm out like shout, ooh ahh, ooh ahh\n  (Ooh ahh, ooh ahh!) there it is baby par\n  Dinco:\n  Vine, limb on a limb, slim chim\n  P i am, there i am (there i am!)\n  Don't run from a blim\n  Sight be be right, be polite for mice like a mike\n  See sick, see syke\n  And slip away and off to the poconos\n  Spot bring the flows, might swing the fruity poles\n  Yamaha (yay-ha-may!)\n  Let's split the funk, now it all spells (hey!)\n  Enough, enough, misfitted i'm with it\n  If i did it, i would split it and probably shouldn't have quit\n  Cuz yo, my public status act knight like gladys\n  Take rest space tests and yo, i'm like the maddest\n  Male, not female, hail from unidel\n  Bounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelled\n  In the hallway always ringin with a ho!\n  This is my 2 times 9 on the scenario\n  Q-tip:\n  Check it out everybody, rhymes and mics\n  Black mens gettin hip, doin what they like!\n  Eight black brothas in the public eye\n  If you listen very close, then i'll tell you why\n  Hood!, phife, milo, dinco and c. brown\n  Shaheed, myself and busta bust brown\n  Will commence to rock (rock!), so bring on the flocks (flocks!)\n  Interrogation for the knockin of the box\n  The boom-box ruler controls the medula\n  None come cooler, i win like shula\n  So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her\n  Intensified mind, non blunt consumer\n  Tip will come booty (well, it's only a rumor!)\n  The beat is so sick, that it starts brain tumors (tumors!)\n  Peace to hood baby from the midnight crooner\n  Smoke him up later, if not, then sooner\n  Busta rhymes:\n  Hey what we gon do! in '92, even though we had fun! in '91\n  Quick to turn my day, all things comin down\n  Run up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground\n  What's goin on my man (god damn!) and now my brain is hurtin\n  Busta, rhythm will hit 'em, then i get 'em\n  Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then i will sit on 'em\n  Open up your mouth if you want the food\n  Take in full, flipmode, cuz i'm in the mood, uh-heh, uh-heh\n  Yeah man, that's how it goes\n  Body drippin with blood comin out your nose\n  Give me a band-aid, what are you askin for? (more!)\n  All in your secret and pure\n  Adverse, they said, check it and i bust a new rap\n  Rap, busta rhymes, and bust this wicked rap\n  Yeah y'all in '92, i'm packin my ant spray (anyway!)\n  Tickle it, tribe called quest, leaders of the new school\n  Mad brothas would still think... rhow, rhow, rhow!\n  To my dragon, baby, stop whining\n  I see my influence still shining\n  More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo\n  That's the scenario!\n"},{"id":21977518,"name":"Scenario (Produced By A Tribe Called Quest)","trackName":"Scenario (Produced By A Tribe Called Quest)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"The Low End Theory","duration":251.062857,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n\nA-yo, Bo knows this (what?) And Bo knows that (what?)\nBut Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap\nWell, what do you know? The Di-Dawg is first up to bat\nNo batteries included, and no strings attached\nNo holds barred, no time for move-fakin'\nGots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\nBrothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\nBut we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe, so\n\nSleep if you want, Nytol will help you get your Z's, troop\nBut here's the real scoop\nI'm all that and then some; short, dark, and handsome\nBust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from\nI'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\nMy days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge me as in there\n(Yeah!) Head for the border, go get a taco\nWatch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\nSit back, relax, and let yourself go\nDon't sweat what you heard, but act like you know\n\nYes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!)\nWho got the vibe? It's the Tribe, y'all! (Tribe, y'all!)\nReal live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\nInside, outside, come around\n(Who's that?) Brown!\n\nSo, may I say, call me Charlie\nThe word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\nLay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\nCan I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\nWith a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\nEast coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\nNew York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n\nChecka-checka-check it out!\nThe loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\nAnd wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\nWe're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\nIt's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\nFrom radio, to the video, to Arsenio\nTell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n\n(True, blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo\nScenarios, radios, rates more than four\nScores for the s'mores that smother dance floors\nNow I go for mine, shades of sea shore\nShip-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes\nPapes make drakes baked for the wakes\nOf an (L-ah-!), an (-eader!), simply just a leader\nBase in the space means peace, see ya later\n\nLater (Later!) Later, alligator\nPop blows the weasel and the urge to inflate her\nSo, yo, the D, what! The O\nIncorporated I-N-C into a flow\nFunk flipped, flat back, first this, foul, fight, fight, fight, laugh\nYo, how'd that sound? (Ooh!)\n\nIt's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)\nNever on the left, 'cause my right's my good ear (ear!)\nI could give a damn about a ill subliminal\nStay away from crime, so I ain't no (criminal!)\nI love my young nation, groovy sensation\nNo time for hibernation, only elation\nDon't ever try to test the water, little kid\nYo, Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did\n\nI heard you rushed and rushed (and attacked!)\nThen they rebuked and you (had to smack!)\nCausin' rambunction throughout the sphere\nRaise the levels of the boom inside the ear-\nYou know I did it\n\nSo, don't violate or you'll get violated\nThe hip-hop sound is well agitated\nWon't ever waste no time on a played out ego\nSo, here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario:\n\nWatch; as I combine all the juice from the mind\nHeel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind\nPowerful impact (boom!) from the cannon!\nNot braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine\nVo-cab-u-lary's necessary, when diggin' into my library\nOh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!\nEatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\nUnh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\nUnh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!\n\nAs I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\nWhen I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron\nRawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon\nChange your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\nTry to step to this, I will twist you in a turban\nAnd have you smellin' rank like some old, stale urine\n\nChickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\nThe rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kickin'\nYo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\nThe rhythm is in sync (unh!), the rhymes are on time (time!)\nRippin' up the sound just like Horatio\nObserve the vibe and check out the scenario\n\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo (yeah, my man, motherfucker!)\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.07] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[00:11.23] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[00:13.67] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[00:15.93] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[00:18.36] A-yo, Bo knows this (what?) And Bo knows that (what?)\n[00:21.05] But Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap\n[00:23.08] Well, what do you know? The Di-Dawg is first up to bat\n[00:25.77] No batteries included, and no strings attached\n[00:28.16] No holds barred, no time for move-fakin'\n[00:30.57] Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\n[00:32.87] Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\n[00:34.82] But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe, so\n[00:37.61] Sleep if you want, Nytol will help you get your Z's, troop\n[00:40.65] But here's the real scoop\n[00:42.25] I'm all that and then some; short, dark, and handsome\n[00:44.48] Bust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from\n[00:46.96] I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\n[00:49.09] My days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge me as in there\n[00:51.63] (Yeah!) Head for the border, go get a taco\n[00:53.89] Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\n[00:56.44] Sit back, relax, and let yourself go\n[00:58.78] Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know\n[01:00.85] Yes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!)\n[01:02.44] Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe, y'all! (Tribe, y'all!)\n[01:04.48] Real live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\n[01:05.88] Inside, outside, come around\n[01:08.56] (Who's that?) Brown!\n[01:10.57] So, may I say, call me Charlie\n[01:12.97] The word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\n[01:15.36] Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\n[01:19.47] Can I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\n[01:22.23] With a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\n[01:24.60] East coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\n[01:27.74] New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n[01:30.35] Checka-checka-check it out!\n[01:31.75] The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\n[01:34.08] And wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\n[01:36.53] We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\n[01:39.82] It's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\n[01:43.35] From radio, to the video, to Arsenio\n[01:46.01] Tell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n[01:48.39] (True, blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo\n[01:50.67] Scenarios, radios, rates more than four\n[01:53.03] Scores for the s'mores that smother dance floors\n[01:55.44] Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore\n[01:57.72] Ship-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes\n[02:00.21] Papes make drakes baked for the wakes\n[02:02.30] Of an (L-ah-!), an (-eader!), simply just a leader\n[02:04.82] Base in the space means peace, see ya later\n[02:07.24] Later (Later!) Later, alligator\n[02:09.58] Pop blows the weasel and the urge to inflate her\n[02:11.85] So, yo, the D, what! The O\n[02:13.53] Incorporated I-N-C into a flow\n[02:16.03] Funk flipped, flat back, first this, foul, fight, fight, fight, laugh\n[02:19.19] Yo, how'd that sound? (Ooh!)\n[02:21.20] It's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)\n[02:23.71] Never on the left, 'cause my right's my good ear (ear!)\n[02:26.13] I could give a damn about a ill subliminal\n[02:28.47] Stay away from crime, so I ain't no (criminal!)\n[02:30.76] I love my young nation, groovy sensation\n[02:33.20] No time for hibernation, only elation\n[02:35.52] Don't ever try to test the water, little kid\n[02:37.89] Yo, Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did\n[02:39.58] I heard you rushed and rushed (and attacked!)\n[02:42.06] Then they rebuked and you (had to smack!)\n[02:44.43] Causin' rambunction throughout the sphere\n[02:46.53] Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear-\n[02:48.75] You know I did it\n[02:49.57] So, don't violate or you'll get violated\n[02:51.95] The hip-hop sound is well agitated\n[02:54.39] Won't ever waste no time on a played out ego\n[02:56.78] So, here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario:\n[02:58.73] Watch; as I combine all the juice from the mind\n[03:01.57] Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind\n[03:03.91] Powerful impact (boom!) from the cannon!\n[03:06.17] Not braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine\n[03:08.68] Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary, when diggin' into my library\n[03:13.32] Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!\n[03:15.78] Eatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\n[03:18.00] Unh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\n[03:20.36] Unh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!\n[03:22.84] As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\n[03:25.16] When I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron\n[03:27.47] Rawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon\n[03:29.88] Change your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\n[03:32.14] Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban\n[03:34.48] And have you smellin' rank like some old, stale urine\n[03:36.97] Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\n[03:39.28] The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kickin'\n[03:41.53] Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\n[03:43.94] The rhythm is in sync (unh!), the rhymes are on time (time!)\n[03:46.48] Rippin' up the sound just like Horatio\n[03:48.77] Observe the vibe and check out the scenario\n[03:50.82] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo (yeah, my man, motherfucker!)\n[03:53.28] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[03:55.43] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[03:57.87] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:00.11] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[04:02.48] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:04.93] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[04:07.17] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:08.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scenario (Produced By A Tribe Called Quest)\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: The Low End Theory\n  duration_ms: 251063\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n  start_ms: 9070\n  end_ms: 11230\n- text: So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  start_ms: 11230\n  end_ms: 13670\n- text: Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n  start_ms: 13670\n  end_ms: 15930\n- text: So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  start_ms: 15930\n  end_ms: 18360\n- text: A-yo, Bo knows this (what?) 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And Bo knows that (what?)\n  But Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap\n  Well, what do you know? The Di-Dawg is first up to bat\n  No batteries included, and no strings attached\n  No holds barred, no time for move-fakin'\n  Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\n  Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\n  But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe, so\n\n  Sleep if you want, Nytol will help you get your Z's, troop\n  But here's the real scoop\n  I'm all that and then some; short, dark, and handsome\n  Bust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from\n  I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\n  My days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge me as in there\n  (Yeah!) Head for the border, go get a taco\n  Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\n  Sit back, relax, and let yourself go\n  Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know\n\n  Yes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!)\n  Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe, y'all! (Tribe, y'all!)\n  Real live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\n  Inside, outside, come around\n  (Who's that?) Brown!\n\n  So, may I say, call me Charlie\n  The word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\n  Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\n  Can I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\n  With a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\n  East coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\n  New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n\n  Checka-checka-check it out!\n  The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\n  And wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\n  We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\n  It's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\n  From radio, to the video, to Arsenio\n  Tell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n\n  (True, blue!) 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(Ooh!)\n\n  It's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)\n  Never on the left, 'cause my right's my good ear (ear!)\n  I could give a damn about a ill subliminal\n  Stay away from crime, so I ain't no (criminal!)\n  I love my young nation, groovy sensation\n  No time for hibernation, only elation\n  Don't ever try to test the water, little kid\n  Yo, Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did\n\n  I heard you rushed and rushed (and attacked!)\n  Then they rebuked and you (had to smack!)\n  Causin' rambunction throughout the sphere\n  Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear-\n  You know I did it\n\n  So, don't violate or you'll get violated\n  The hip-hop sound is well agitated\n  Won't ever waste no time on a played out ego\n  So, here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario:\n\n  Watch; as I combine all the juice from the mind\n  Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind\n  Powerful impact (boom!) from the cannon!\n  Not braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine\n  Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary, when diggin' into my library\n  Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!\n  Eatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\n  Unh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\n  Unh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!\n\n  As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\n  When I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron\n  Rawr! Rawr! 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And Bo knows that (what?)\nBut Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap\nWell, what do you know? The Di-Dawg is first up to bat\nNo batteries included, and no strings attached\nNo holds barred, no time for move-fakin'\nGots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\nBrothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\nBut we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe, so\n\nSleep if you want, Nytol will help you get your Z's, troop\nBut here's the real scoop\nI'm all that and then some; short, dark, and handsome\nBust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from\nI'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\nMy days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge me as in there\n(Yeah!) Head for the border, go get a taco\nWatch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\nSit back, relax, and let yourself go\nDon't sweat what you heard, but act like you know\n\nYes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!)\nWho got the vibe? It's the Tribe, y'all! (Tribe, y'all!)\nReal live, y'all! 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Scooby Doo, whoopie doo\nScenarios, radios, rates more than four\nScores for the s'mores that smother dance floors\nNow I go for mine, shades of sea shore\nShip-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes\nPapes make drakes baked for the wakes\nOf an (L-ah-!), an (-eader!), simply just a leader\nBase in the space means peace, see ya later\n\nLater (Later!) Later, alligator\nPop blows the weasel and the urge to inflate her\nSo, yo, the D, what! The O\nIncorporated I-N-C into a flow\nFunk flipped, flat back, first this, foul, fight, fight, fight, laugh\nYo, how'd that sound? (Ooh!)\n\nIt's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)\nNever on the left, 'cause my right's my good ear (ear!)\nI could give a damn about a ill subliminal\nStay away from crime, so I ain't no (criminal!)\nI love my young nation, groovy sensation\nNo time for hibernation, only elation\nDon't ever try to test the water, little kid\nYo, Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did\n\nI heard you rushed and rushed (and attacked!)\nThen they rebuked and you (had to smack!)\nCausin' rambunction throughout the sphere\nRaise the levels of the boom inside the ear-\nYou know I did it\n\nSo, don't violate or you'll get violated\nThe hip-hop sound is well agitated\nWon't ever waste no time on a played out ego\nSo, here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario:\n\nWatch; as I combine all the juice from the mind\nHeel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind\nPowerful impact (boom!) from the cannon!\nNot braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine\nVo-cab-u-lary's necessary, when diggin' into my library\nOh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!\nEatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\nUnh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\nUnh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!\n\nAs I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\nWhen I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron\nRawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon\nChange your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\nTry to step to this, I will twist you in a turban\nAnd have you smellin' rank like some old, stale urine\n\nChickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\nThe rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kickin'\nYo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\nThe rhythm is in sync (unh!), the rhymes are on time (time!)\nRippin' up the sound just like Horatio\nObserve the vibe and check out the scenario\n\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo (yeah, my man, motherfucker!)\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\nSo what, so what, so what's the scenario?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.09] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[00:11.20] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[00:13.70] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[00:15.97] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[00:18.34] A-yo, Bo knows this (what?) And Bo knows that (what?)\n[00:21.09] But Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap\n[00:23.09] Well, what do you know? The Di-Dawg is first up to bat\n[00:25.73] No batteries included, and no strings attached\n[00:28.10] No holds barred, no time for move-fakin'\n[00:30.56] Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\n[00:32.90] Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\n[00:34.87] But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe, so\n[00:37.69] Sleep if you want, Nytol will help you get your Z's, troop\n[00:40.64] But here's the real scoop\n[00:42.21] I'm all that and then some; short, dark, and handsome\n[00:44.41] Bust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from\n[00:46.10] I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\n[00:49.01] My days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge me as in there\n[00:51.63] (Yeah!) Head for the border, go get a taco\n[00:53.81] Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\n[00:56.44] Sit back, relax, and let yourself go\n[00:58.75] Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know\n[01:00.80] Yes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!)\n[01:02.43] Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe, y'all! (Tribe, y'all!)\n[01:04.43] Real live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\n[01:05.86] Inside, outside, come around\n[01:08.53] (Who's that?) Brown!\n[01:10.57] So, may I say, call me Charlie\n[01:12.91] The word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\n[01:15.40] Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\n[01:19.45] Can I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\n[01:22.29] With a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\n[01:24.60] East coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\n[01:27.76] New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n[01:30.34] Checka-checka-check it out!\n[01:31.75] The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\n[01:34.05] And wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\n[01:36.54] We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\n[01:39.88] It's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\n[01:43.35] From radio, to the video, to Arsenio\n[01:46.02] Tell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n[01:48.38] (True, blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo\n[01:50.62] Scenarios, radios, rates more than four\n[01:53.03] Scores for the s'mores that smother dance floors\n[01:55.45] Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore\n[01:57.76] Ship-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes\n[02:00.27] Papes make drakes baked for the wakes\n[02:02.30] Of an (L-ah-!), an (-eader!), simply just a leader\n[02:04.89] Base in the space means peace, see ya later\n[02:07.23] Later (Later!) Later, alligator\n[02:09.53] Pop blows the weasel and the urge to inflate her\n[02:11.88] So, yo, the D, what! The O\n[02:13.59] Incorporated I-N-C into a flow\n[02:16.01] Funk flipped, flat back, first this, foul, fight, fight, fight, laugh\n[02:19.11] Yo, how'd that sound? (Ooh!)\n[02:21.17] It's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)\n[02:23.74] Never on the left, 'cause my right's my good ear (ear!)\n[02:26.16] I could give a damn about a ill subliminal\n[02:28.43] Stay away from crime, so I ain't no (criminal!)\n[02:30.75] I love my young nation, groovy sensation\n[02:33.16] No time for hibernation, only elation\n[02:35.58] Don't ever try to test the water, little kid\n[02:37.88] Yo, Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did\n[02:39.56] I heard you rushed and rushed (and attacked!)\n[02:42.07] Then they rebuked and you (had to smack!)\n[02:44.46] Causin' rambunction throughout the sphere\n[02:46.52] Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear-\n[02:48.72] You know I did it\n[02:49.55] So, don't violate or you'll get violated\n[02:51.94] The hip-hop sound is well agitated\n[02:54.38] Won't ever waste no time on a played out ego\n[02:56.75] So, here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario:\n[02:58.79] Watch; as I combine all the juice from the mind\n[03:01.53] Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind\n[03:03.99] Powerful impact (boom!) from the cannon!\n[03:06.13] Not braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine\n[03:08.68] Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary, when diggin' into my library\n[03:13.36] Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!\n[03:15.74] Eatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\n[03:18.07] Unh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\n[03:20.38] Unh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!\n[03:22.85] As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\n[03:25.17] When I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron\n[03:27.46] Rawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon\n[03:29.85] Change your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\n[03:32.16] Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban\n[03:34.43] And have you smellin' rank like some old, stale urine\n[03:36.99] Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\n[03:39.23] The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kickin'\n[03:41.55] Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\n[03:43.94] The rhythm is in sync (unh!), the rhymes are on time (time!)\n[03:46.48] Rippin' up the sound just like Horatio\n[03:48.74] Observe the vibe and check out the scenario\n[03:50.82] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo (yeah, my man, motherfucker!)\n[03:53.25] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[03:55.41] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[03:57.89] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:00.18] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[04:02.43] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:04.93] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n[04:07.13] So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n[04:09.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scenario\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: A Tribe Top Ten\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n  start_ms: 9090\n  end_ms: 11200\n- text: So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  start_ms: 11200\n  end_ms: 13700\n- text: Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n  start_ms: 13700\n  end_ms: 15970\n- text: So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  start_ms: 15970\n  end_ms: 18340\n- text: A-yo, Bo knows this (what?) 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Oh, my gosh!\n  start_ms: 193360\n  end_ms: 195740\n- text: Eatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\n  start_ms: 195740\n  end_ms: 198070\n- text: Unh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\n  start_ms: 198070\n  end_ms: 200380\n- text: Unh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!\n  start_ms: 200380\n  end_ms: 202850\n- text: As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\n  start_ms: 202850\n  end_ms: 205170\n- text: When I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron\n  start_ms: 205170\n  end_ms: 207460\n- text: Rawr! Rawr! 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And Bo knows that (what?)\n  But Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap\n  Well, what do you know? The Di-Dawg is first up to bat\n  No batteries included, and no strings attached\n  No holds barred, no time for move-fakin'\n  Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon\n  Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow\n  But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe, so\n\n  Sleep if you want, Nytol will help you get your Z's, troop\n  But here's the real scoop\n  I'm all that and then some; short, dark, and handsome\n  Bust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from\n  I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here\n  My days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge me as in there\n  (Yeah!) Head for the border, go get a taco\n  Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go\n  Sit back, relax, and let yourself go\n  Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know\n\n  Yes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!)\n  Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe, y'all! (Tribe, y'all!)\n  Real live, y'all! (Live, y'all!)\n  Inside, outside, come around\n  (Who's that?) Brown!\n\n  So, may I say, call me Charlie\n  The word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley\n  Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates (contact!)\n  Can I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip\n  With a brother named Tip, and we're ready to flip\n  East coast stompin', rippin', and rompin'\n  New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\n\n  Checka-checka-check it out!\n  The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce\n  And wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow?\n  We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex, next!\n  It's the textbook, old to the new, but the rest are doo-doo\n  From radio, to the video, to Arsenio\n  Tell me, yo; what's the scenario?\n\n  (True, blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo\n  Scenarios, radios, rates more than four\n  Scores for the s'mores that smother dance floors\n  Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore\n  Ship-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes\n  Papes make drakes baked for the wakes\n  Of an (L-ah-!), an (-eader!), simply just a leader\n  Base in the space means peace, see ya later\n\n  Later (Later!) Later, alligator\n  Pop blows the weasel and the urge to inflate her\n  So, yo, the D, what! The O\n  Incorporated I-N-C into a flow\n  Funk flipped, flat back, first this, foul, fight, fight, fight, laugh\n  Yo, how'd that sound? (Ooh!)\n\n  It's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)\n  Never on the left, 'cause my right's my good ear (ear!)\n  I could give a damn about a ill subliminal\n  Stay away from crime, so I ain't no (criminal!)\n  I love my young nation, groovy sensation\n  No time for hibernation, only elation\n  Don't ever try to test the water, little kid\n  Yo, Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did\n\n  I heard you rushed and rushed (and attacked!)\n  Then they rebuked and you (had to smack!)\n  Causin' rambunction throughout the sphere\n  Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear-\n  You know I did it\n\n  So, don't violate or you'll get violated\n  The hip-hop sound is well agitated\n  Won't ever waste no time on a played out ego\n  So, here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario:\n\n  Watch; as I combine all the juice from the mind\n  Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind\n  Powerful impact (boom!) from the cannon!\n  Not braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine\n  Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary, when diggin' into my library\n  Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!\n  Eatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\n  Unh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\n  Unh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!\n\n  As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\n  When I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron\n  Rawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon\n  Change your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'\n  Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban\n  And have you smellin' rank like some old, stale urine\n\n  Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\n  The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kickin'\n  Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\n  The rhythm is in sync (unh!), the rhymes are on time (time!)\n  Rippin' up the sound just like Horatio\n  Observe the vibe and check out the scenario\n\n  Here we go, yo, here we go, yo (yeah, my man, motherfucker!)\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n  Here we go, yo, here we go, yo\n  So what, so what, so what's the scenario?\n"}]