[{"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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(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":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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(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":5024121,"name":"Scenario  (Remix)","trackName":"Scenario  (Remix)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Scenario (Remixes)","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":25444494,"name":"Scenario (Remix)","trackName":"Scenario (Remix)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Scenario CDS","duration":321.724082,"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":40019079,"name":"Scenario (remix instrumental)","trackName":"Scenario (remix instrumental)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Scenario","duration":316.0,"instrumental":true,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":null,"syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scenario (remix instrumental)\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: Scenario\n  duration_ms: 316000\n  instrumental: true\nlines: []\n"},{"id":40263595,"name":"Scenario (edited remix)","trackName":"Scenario (edited remix)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Scenario","duration":317.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check the rhyme funk that nigga give ya\nF'in, fuck it, I lick buckshots\nHood, madman, I rip up stages\nLay down your wigs, sound wild like Larry Davis\nExtra, extra, pick up a clip\nI tear niggas afraid (Huh?) and grab my dick (Oh!)\nWhile my rhymes I can pump, I get, I drop bombs\nI'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty\nI baseball bat a pussy, I'm bad news\nI'm crazy and clever, cut throws of crews\nI'm def on the phono, my skills are porno\nYou say, \"Oh, no!\" Fuck a porno\nI bag up weights, electrifyin' on primetime\nI slaughter up snot, I'm the greatest of all times\nSick ass puffer, nasty motherfucker\nPump slugs in your face and dump your shit in the river\nTwo cans in the bucket, bitch, I kick the can\nSay what? Say what? I'm a bad, bad man\n\nQuick is how I flip from the tip of the lip\nPunchin' out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips\nThe five-foot assassin has just raided your area\nYour booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason I ain't hearin' ya\n(So) Roll out the red carpet, 'cause 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're 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 article Don of hip-hop, and I won't stop\nThe five-foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop\nSo do like Michael Jackson and \"Remember the Time\"\nPut on your dancing shoes or somethin', 'cause you sure can't rhyme\n\nBig up, big up, enter new identity\nNext it says somethin', Kyle Posey told me\nWhat does it take to check a technique?\nMany styles, many styles\nHostile heat brings burst of energy\nMalo and the 'Peds is the new identity\nOne-two mic check, select for the roughneck set\nTen-to-one bet, I come correct\nIn my Sefas and blocks, I bring rocks to connect with knots\nSo I can throw dreadlocks\nMaintain the rock, don't stop the rock\nMaintain the rock, don't stop the rock\nKick it right, can I? And what's it not?\nI'm wood block longer, but fear is fear\nSo C Brown, are we in the clear? (Yeah!)\nC Brown, are we in the clear? (Yeah!)\n\nMakin' moves, y'all (Moves, y'all), on and on and on\n(Check it, check it out) 'Til the break-a-break of dawn\n(Who's that?) Yes, one of the L-O-N-X\nAnd A Tribe Called Quest (East Coast to West)\nRemix, mad kick, more than Metallica\nTall MCs fall like the battlestar Galactica\nStampin', stompin', rompin' Compton\n(People all over the world) I'm promptin'\nPick a style, any style, strong wile\nRepresentation, sensualization\nScenario for the radio\nBLS and KISS, so (Here we go, yo) Yeah\nForce Mainsource LP on the rise\nAnd look at colorless seeds through original eyes\nAnd I'm out like shout, ooh-ah, ooh-ah\n(Ooh-ah, ooh-ah) There it is, baby paw\n\nFlyin' in on a limb, slim trim, B-I-M\nThere I am, there I am, don't run from a glimpse\nPsych, he be right, be polite for my mics\nLike I'm Mike, seasick, see, sike\nAnd slip away, and off to the Poconos\nSpot-kick the pros, pikes bring the birdie poles\nYamaha, hey, ha, hey\nLet's flip the funk, now it all sounds (Hey!)\nEnough, enough, misfitted, I'm with it\nIf I did it, I would split it, and probably shouldn't have quit it\n'Cause, yo, my corporate status at nights like the Gladys\nBed rest, stress test, and, yo, I'm like the maddest\nMale, not female, hell from Unidel\nBounce the people, 'cause peeps are bein' yelled\nIn the hallways, always ringin' with a ho\nThis my two times nine on the scenario\n\nCheck it out, everybody, rhymes and mics\nBlack mens gettin' loot, doin' what they like\nEight black rebels in the public eye\nIf you listen very close, I will tell you why\n(Hood) Phife, Malo, Dinko, and C. Brown\nShaheed, myself, and Busta Bust down\nWill commence to rock (Rock), so bring on the flocks (Flocks)\nInterrogation for the knockin' of the box\nThe boombox ruler controls the medulla\nNone come cooler, I went like Shula\nSo bust out the moves as you start to pursue a\nIntensified mind, non-blunt consumer\nTip'll come booty (Well, it's only a rumor)\nThe mean is so deep that it starts brain tumors\nPeace to Hood Baby from the midnight crooner\nSmoke him up later, if not, then sooner\n\nHey, what we gon' do in ninety-two\nEven though we had fun in ninety-one?\nWhen you feel my laser beam comin' down\nBrr-ah-brr-ah-doo sound, leavin' cracks in the ground\nWhat's goin' on, my man?\nBlastin' my brain and my brain is hurtin'\nListen up, Busta Rhythm will hit 'em, then I get 'em\nFlip on a bitch and hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'em\nOpen up your mouth if you want the food\nTo get rude, flip mode 'cause I'm in the mood\nUh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, man, that's how it goes\nBody give a cup, blood comin' out the nose\nGive me a Band-Aid, what are you askin' for?\n(More) Holy and sacred and pure\nAdverse, exact, check it in the Busta new rap\nRhymes, Busta Rhymes, or Busta's written rhymes\nYeah, y'all, in ninety-two, I'm packin' my wrench spray\nAnyway, take a lick, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School\nMad Terror and still thick, rah-rah-rah\nTo my dragon, baby, stop whinin'\nI see my influence still shinin'\nMore crazy in ninety-two, uh-oh, time to go\nYo, that's the scenario","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scenario (edited remix)\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: Scenario\n  duration_ms: 316987\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check the rhyme funk that nigga give ya\n  F'in, fuck it, I lick buckshots\n  Hood, madman, I rip up stages\n  Lay down your wigs, sound wild like Larry Davis\n  Extra, extra, pick up a clip\n  I tear niggas afraid (Huh?) and grab my dick (Oh!)\n  While my rhymes I can pump, I get, I drop bombs\n  I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty\n  I baseball bat a pussy, I'm bad news\n  I'm crazy and clever, cut throws of crews\n  I'm def on the phono, my skills are porno\n  You say, \"Oh, no!\" Fuck a porno\n  I bag up weights, electrifyin' on primetime\n  I slaughter up snot, I'm the greatest of all times\n  Sick ass puffer, nasty motherfucker\n  Pump slugs in your face and dump your shit in the river\n  Two cans in the bucket, bitch, I kick the can\n  Say what? Say what? I'm a bad, bad man\n\n  Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip\n  Punchin' out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips\n  The five-foot assassin has just raided your area\n  Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason I ain't hearin' ya\n  (So) Roll out the red carpet, 'cause 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're 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 article Don of hip-hop, and I won't stop\n  The five-foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop\n  So do like Michael Jackson and \"Remember the Time\"\n  Put on your dancing shoes or somethin', 'cause you sure can't rhyme\n\n  Big up, big up, enter new identity\n  Next it says somethin', Kyle Posey told me\n  What does it take to check a technique?\n  Many styles, many styles\n  Hostile heat brings burst of energy\n  Malo and the 'Peds is the new identity\n  One-two mic check, select for the roughneck set\n  Ten-to-one bet, I come correct\n  In my Sefas and blocks, I bring rocks to connect with knots\n  So I can throw dreadlocks\n  Maintain the rock, don't stop the rock\n  Maintain the rock, don't stop the rock\n  Kick it right, can I? And what's it not?\n  I'm wood block longer, but fear is fear\n  So C Brown, are we in the clear? (Yeah!)\n  C Brown, are we in the clear? (Yeah!)\n\n  Makin' moves, y'all (Moves, y'all), on and on and on\n  (Check it, check it out) 'Til the break-a-break of dawn\n  (Who's that?) Yes, one of the L-O-N-X\n  And A Tribe Called Quest (East Coast to West)\n  Remix, mad kick, more than Metallica\n  Tall MCs fall like the battlestar Galactica\n  Stampin', stompin', rompin' Compton\n  (People all over the world) I'm promptin'\n  Pick a style, any style, strong wile\n  Representation, sensualization\n  Scenario for the radio\n  BLS and KISS, so (Here we go, yo) Yeah\n  Force Mainsource LP on the rise\n  And look at colorless seeds through original eyes\n  And I'm out like shout, ooh-ah, ooh-ah\n  (Ooh-ah, ooh-ah) There it is, baby paw\n\n  Flyin' in on a limb, slim trim, B-I-M\n  There I am, there I am, don't run from a glimpse\n  Psych, he be right, be polite for my mics\n  Like I'm Mike, seasick, see, sike\n  And slip away, and off to the Poconos\n  Spot-kick the pros, pikes bring the birdie poles\n  Yamaha, hey, ha, hey\n  Let's flip the funk, now it all sounds (Hey!)\n  Enough, enough, misfitted, I'm with it\n  If I did it, I would split it, and probably shouldn't have quit it\n  'Cause, yo, my corporate status at nights like the Gladys\n  Bed rest, stress test, and, yo, I'm like the maddest\n  Male, not female, hell from Unidel\n  Bounce the people, 'cause peeps are bein' yelled\n  In the hallways, always ringin' with a ho\n  This my two times nine on the scenario\n\n  Check it out, everybody, rhymes and mics\n  Black mens gettin' loot, doin' what they like\n  Eight black rebels in the public eye\n  If you listen very close, I will tell you why\n  (Hood) Phife, Malo, Dinko, and C. Brown\n  Shaheed, myself, and Busta Bust down\n  Will commence to rock (Rock), so bring on the flocks (Flocks)\n  Interrogation for the knockin' of the box\n  The boombox ruler controls the medulla\n  None come cooler, I went like Shula\n  So bust out the moves as you start to pursue a\n  Intensified mind, non-blunt consumer\n  Tip'll come booty (Well, it's only a rumor)\n  The mean is so deep that it starts brain tumors\n  Peace to Hood Baby from the midnight crooner\n  Smoke him up later, if not, then sooner\n\n  Hey, what we gon' do in ninety-two\n  Even though we had fun in ninety-one?\n  When you feel my laser beam comin' down\n  Brr-ah-brr-ah-doo sound, leavin' cracks in the ground\n  What's goin' on, my man?\n  Blastin' my brain and my brain is hurtin'\n  Listen up, Busta Rhythm will hit 'em, then I get 'em\n  Flip on a bitch and hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'em\n  Open up your mouth if you want the food\n  To get rude, flip mode 'cause I'm in the mood\n  Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, man, that's how it goes\n  Body give a cup, blood comin' out the nose\n  Give me a Band-Aid, what are you askin' for?\n  (More) Holy and sacred and pure\n  Adverse, exact, check it in the Busta new rap\n  Rhymes, Busta Rhymes, or Busta's written rhymes\n  Yeah, y'all, in ninety-two, I'm packin' my wrench spray\n  Anyway, take a lick, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School\n  Mad Terror and still thick, rah-rah-rah\n  To my dragon, baby, stop whinin'\n  I see my influence still shinin'\n  More crazy in ninety-two, uh-oh, time to go\n  Yo, that's the scenario\n"},{"id":30031865,"name":"Scenario (remix)","trackName":"Scenario (remix)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Scenario / Oh My God / Jazz (We’ve Got)","duration":319.0,"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? 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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":32637338,"name":"Scenario (Remix) (Feat. Kid Hood & Leaders Of The New School)","trackName":"Scenario (Remix) (Feat. Kid Hood & Leaders Of The New School)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Scenario","duration":322.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here 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!\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\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\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!)\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\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\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!\n","syncedLyrics":"[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[00:19.87] 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[01:01.37] 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[01:39.13] (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[02:16.67] 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[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[03:42.21] 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  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  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  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  (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  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  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  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":20302413,"name":"Scenario (Remix) (Feat. Kid Hood & Leaders Of The New School)","trackName":"Scenario (Remix) (Feat. 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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\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\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!)\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\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\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? 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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[01:01.37] 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[01:39.13] (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[02:16.67] 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[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[03:42.21] 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) (Feat. 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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  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  (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  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  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  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":10108439,"name":"Scenario (feat. Busta Rhymes, Dinco D & Charlie Brown) - Remix","trackName":"Scenario (feat. 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(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? 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(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 (feat. 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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":22035321,"name":"Scenario (Remix)","trackName":"Scenario (Remix)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"A Love Movement","duration":317.805714,"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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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":20358455,"name":"Scenario {young nation remix}","trackName":"Scenario {young nation remix}","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Revised Quest For The Seasoned Traveller","duration":310.0,"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 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\nSleep 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, fuming, I've had it up to here\nMy days of paying dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (Yeah!)\nHead for the border, go get a taco\nWatch me wreck it from the jump street, meaning 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!\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 rotates 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 stomping, ripping and romping\nNew York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\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\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!) 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 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\nLater, (Later!), later, alligator\nPop goes 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 this foul fight fight fight\nLaugh 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 him what I did\n\nI heard you rushed and rushed and attacked\nThen they rebuked and you had to smack\nCausing rambunction throughout the sphere\nRaise the levels of the boom inside the ear\n\nYou know I did it\nSo don't violate or you'll 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 bragging, try to read my mind, just imagine!\nVo-cab-u-lary's necessary\nWhen digging in the mind library\nOh-my-gosh! Oh my gosh!\nEating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\nUnh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\nUnh, pardon me, unh! As I come back\nAs I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\nWhen I travel through the town I roll with the squadron\nRoar, raow, like a dungeon dragon\nChange your little drawers 'cause your pants were saggin'\nTry to step to this, I will twist you in a turban\nAnd have you smelling ripe like some old, stale urine\nChickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\nThe rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kicking\nYo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\nThe rhythm is in sync (Uh!) the rhymes are on time (Time!)\nRipping up the sound just like Horatio\nObserve the vibe and check out the scenario\nYeah, my man, mothafucka!\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 {young nation remix}\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: Revised Quest For The Seasoned Traveller\n  duration_ms: 310000\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 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  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, fuming, I've had it up to here\n  My days of paying dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (Yeah!)\n  Head for the border, go get a taco\n  Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meaning 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  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 rotates 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 stomping, ripping and romping\n  New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\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\n  For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new\n  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 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  Later, (Later!), later, alligator\n  Pop goes the weasel and the herb's the inflater\n  So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow\n  Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight\n  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 him what I did\n\n  I heard you rushed and rushed and attacked\n  Then they rebuked and you had to smack\n  Causing rambunction throughout the sphere\n  Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear\n\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  Won't ever waste no time on the 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 bragging, try to read my mind, just imagine!\n  Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary\n  When digging in the mind library\n  Oh-my-gosh! Oh my gosh!\n  Eating 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  As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\n  When I travel through the town I roll with the squadron\n  Roar, raow, like a dungeon dragon\n  Change your little drawers 'cause your pants were saggin'\n  Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban\n  And have you smelling ripe like some old, stale urine\n  Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\n  The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kicking\n  Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\n  The rhythm is in sync (Uh!) the rhymes are on time (Time!)\n  Ripping up the sound just like Horatio\n  Observe the vibe and check out the scenario\n  Yeah, my man, mothafucka!\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":32302348,"name":"Scenario (Remix) (Feat. 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(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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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":36725541,"name":"Scenario (Young Nation mix)","trackName":"Scenario (Young Nation mix)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Revised Quest for the Seasoned Traveller  (Remix)","duration":310.0,"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 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\nSleep 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, fuming, I've had it up to here\nMy days of paying dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (Yeah!)\nHead for the border, go get a taco\nWatch me wreck it from the jump street, meaning 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!\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 rotates 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 stomping, ripping and romping\nNew York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\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\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!) 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 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\nLater, (Later!), later, alligator\nPop goes 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 this foul fight fight fight\nLaugh 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 him what I did\n\nI heard you rushed and rushed and attacked\nThen they rebuked and you had to smack\nCausing rambunction throughout the sphere\nRaise the levels of the boom inside the ear\n\nYou know I did it\nSo don't violate or you'll 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 bragging, try to read my mind, just imagine!\nVo-cab-u-lary's necessary\nWhen digging in the mind library\nOh-my-gosh! Oh my gosh!\nEating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh\nUnh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man\nUnh, pardon me, unh! As I come back\nAs I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\nWhen I travel through the town I roll with the squadron\nRoar, raow, like a dungeon dragon\nChange your little drawers 'cause your pants were saggin'\nTry to step to this, I will twist you in a turban\nAnd have you smelling ripe like some old, stale urine\nChickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\nThe rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kicking\nYo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\nThe rhythm is in sync (Uh!) the rhymes are on time (Time!)\nRipping up the sound just like Horatio\nObserve the vibe and check out the scenario\nYeah, my man, mothafucka!\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 (Young Nation mix)\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: Revised Quest for the Seasoned Traveller  (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 310000\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 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  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, fuming, I've had it up to here\n  My days of paying dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (Yeah!)\n  Head for the border, go get a taco\n  Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meaning 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  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 rotates 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 stomping, ripping and romping\n  New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton\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\n  For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new\n  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 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  Later, (Later!), later, alligator\n  Pop goes the weasel and the herb's the inflater\n  So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow\n  Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight\n  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 him what I did\n\n  I heard you rushed and rushed and attacked\n  Then they rebuked and you had to smack\n  Causing rambunction throughout the sphere\n  Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear\n\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  Won't ever waste no time on the 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 bragging, try to read my mind, just imagine!\n  Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary\n  When digging in the mind library\n  Oh-my-gosh! Oh my gosh!\n  Eating 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  As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon\n  When I travel through the town I roll with the squadron\n  Roar, raow, like a dungeon dragon\n  Change your little drawers 'cause your pants were saggin'\n  Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban\n  And have you smelling ripe like some old, stale urine\n  Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken\n  The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kicking\n  Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme\n  The rhythm is in sync (Uh!) the rhymes are on time (Time!)\n  Ripping up the sound just like Horatio\n  Observe the vibe and check out the scenario\n  Yeah, my man, mothafucka!\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":2823138,"name":"Scenario (Remix)","trackName":"Scenario (Remix)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"The Love Movement Bonus CD","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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(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":30091,"name":"Scenario (Remix)","trackName":"Scenario (Remix)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"The Love Movement","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? (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 Love Movement\n  duration_ms: 318000\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":30090,"name":"Scenario - Remix","trackName":"Scenario - Remix","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"The Love Movement (Deluxe Edition)","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":8871382,"name":"Scenario (Remix)","trackName":"Scenario (Remix)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"1nce Again","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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(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"}]