Busta Rhymes:  Here in 1992, we present the fabulous what's the Scenario remix  Where as there are 7 MCs.  Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence  And he goes by the name of, uh...HOOD!  Hood:  Check the vibe, punk that ass again, god  'F' it (SHIITT!!) ! I lay buckshots  Hood, madman, I rip up stages  Lay down your wages, I'm wild like Larry Davis  Extra, extra, pick up a clip. I'll tear that ass out the frame (HUH!)  And grab my dick(OH!)  By the beats that I bump, I kick and drop bombs  I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty  A musical badder bastard, I'm bad news  I'm crazy and clever, cut holes in crews  Death on the phono, my skills are dolo  You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo  I bag up waste, electrifying, I'm primetime  I slaughter slime, I'm the greatest of all time  Sick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga  Pump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the river  Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can (SAY WHAT, SAY WHAT!!!)  I'm a bad, bad man  Phife:  Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip  Punchin out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips  The 5 foot assassin has just raided your area  Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason why I'm hearin ya (SO!)  Pull out the red carpet cuz I'm kickin this  Vanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculous  Excuse my French, but profanity is all I knew  And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, 'F' you too  And let it be known, I'm not the one to step to  You better off callin D-Nice to your rescue  Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around  As for corny MCs, like Chuck D, I 'Shut 'Em Down'  The Artical Don of hip-hop and I won't stop  The 5 foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop  So do like Michael Jackson and 'Remember the TIme'(DO YOU REMEMBER?)  Put on your dancin shoes or somethin cuz you sho' can't rhyme  Milo:  (BIG UP BIG UP!) Into new eternity  Next was said somethin that complies onto me  What does it take to check a technique (MANY STYLES, MANY STYLES!)  Hostile heat brings forth the energy  Milo in the dance is the new identity  One, two mic check, select for the ruffneck  At a 10 to 1 bet, I come CORRECT!  In my cyphers are blocks, I bring box to connect with knots  So I can grow dreadlocks  Maintain the rock DON'T STOP THE ROCK!!!)  Maintain the rock (DON'T STOP THE ROCK!!!)  Kick it right, then not, E. Watt said not  I put my mug up, so fair is fair  So C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeah!)  C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeah!)  Charlie Brown:  Makin moves y'all (MOVES Y'ALL!)  On and on and on (CHECKA, CHECK IT OUT!!!)  To the breaka, breakadawn (WHO'S THAT?!?)  Guess, one of the LONS and A Tribe Called Quest  (EAST COAST!) to West  Remixed mad kick more than Metallica  To all ends like the Battlestar Gallactica  Stampin, stompin, rompin Compton  (PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD!!!) I'm promptin (STYLE!)  Pick a style, any style, Strong Isle  Representation, sensationalization  Scenario for the radio, BLS and KISS, so  (HERE WE GO, YO!) Yeah  Force, Main Source LP on the rise  In Living Color was seen through original eyes  And I'm out like shout, Ooh Ahh, Ooh Ahh  (OOH AHH, OOH AHH!) There it is baby par  Dinco:  Vine, limb on a limb, slim chim  P I am, there I am (THERE I AM!)  Don't run from a blim  Sight be be right, be polite for mice like a Mike  SEE SICK, SEE SYKE  And slip away and off to the Poconos   Spot bring the flows, might swing the fruity poles  Yamaha (YAY-HA-MAY!)  Let's split the funk, now it all spells (HEY!)  Enough, enough, misfitted I'm with it  If I did it, I would split it and probably shouldn't have quit  Cuz yo, my public status act Knight like Gladys  Take rest space tests and yo, I'm like the maddest  Male, not female, hail from Unidel  Bounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelled  In the hallway always ringin with a HO!  This is my 2 times 9 on the Scenario  Q-Tip:  Check it out everybody, rhymes and mics  Black mens gettin hip, DOIN WHAT THEY LIKE!  Eight black brothas in the public eye  If you listen very close, then I'll tell you why  HOOD!, Phife, Milo, Dinco and C. Brown  Shaheed, myself and Busta Bust Brown  Will commence to rock (ROCK!), so bring on the flocks (FLOCKS!)  Interrogation for the knockin of the box  The boom-box ruler controls the medula  None come cooler, I win like Shula  So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her  Intensified mind, non blunt consumer  Tip will come booty (WELL, IT'S ONLY A RUMOR!)  The beat is so sick, that it starts brain tumors (TUMORS!)  Peace to Hood baby from the midnight crooner  Smoke him up later, if not, then sooner  Busta Rhymes:  Hey what we gon DO! in '92, even though we had FUN! in '91  Quick to turn my day, all things comin down  Run up on the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground  What's goin on my man (GOD DAMN!) and now my brain is hurtin  Busta, rhythm will hit 'em, then I get 'em  Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'em  Open up your mouth if you want the food  Take in full, Flipmode, cuz I'm in the mood, Uh-heh, uh-heh  Yeah man, that's how it goes  Body drippin with blood comin out your nose  Give me a band-aid, what are you askin for? (MORE!)  All in your secret and pure  Adverse, they said, check it and I bust a new rap  Rap, Busta Rhymes, and bust this wicked rap  Yeah y'all in '92, I'm packin my ant spray (ANYWAY!)  Tickle it, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School  Mad brothas would still think...Rhow, Rhow, Rhow!!!  To my dragon, baby, stop whining  I see my influence still shining  More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo  That's the Scenario!