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Scenario Lyrics

Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?

Aiyyo Bo knows this
(What?)
And Bo knows that
(What?)
But Bo don't know jack 'cause Bo can't rap
Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg is first up to bat
No batteries included and no strings attached

No holds barred, no time for move fakin'
Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon
Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow
But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe

So sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop
But here's the real scoop
I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome
Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from
I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here
My days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge we is in there
(Yeah!)

Head for the border, go get a taco
I'll be wreckin' from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go
Sit back relax and let yourself go
Don't sweat what you heard and act like you know

Yes yes y'all
(Yes y'all!)
Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all
(Tribe y'all!)
Real live y'all
(Live y'all!)
Inside, outside, come around
(Who's that?)
Brown!

Some may, I say, call me Charlie
The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley
Lay back on the payback, evolve rotate the gates
(Contact!)
Can I get a hit?
(Hit!)

Boom bit with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip
East Coast stompin', rippin' and rompin'
New York, North Cak-a-laka and Compton

Checka-checka-check it out!
The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce
And wow how now wow how now Brown cow
We're ill till the skill gets down

For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new
But the rest are doo doo
From radio, to the video, to Arsenio
Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario?

(True blue!)
Scooby Doo, whoopie doo
Scenario's ready yo, rates more than four
Scores for the snores that smother dancefloors
Now I go for mine, shave the seashore

Ship-shape, crushed Grapes, Apes that play tapes
Papes make drakes, baked for the wakes
Of an L-ah, an E-ah, simply just a leader
Bass in his face means peace see ya later

Later
(Later!)
Later alligator
Pop blows the weasel and the herb's the inflater
So yo the D, what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow
Funk flipped flat back first fist foul fight fight fight
Laugh yo how's that sound?
(Oh!)

It's a Leader Quest mission and we got the goods here
(Here!)
Never on the left 'cause my right's my good ear
(Ear!)
I could give a damn about a ill subliminal
Stay away from crime so I ain't no criminal

I love my young nation, groovy sensation
No time for hibernation, only elation
Don't ever try to test the water little kid
Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did

I heard you rushed and rushed and attacked
Then they rebuked and you had to smack
Causin' rambunction throughout the sphere
Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear
You know I did it

So don't violate or you get violated
The hip hop sound is well agitated
Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego
So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario

Watch as I combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind
Powerful impact, boom, from the cannon
Not braggin', try an' read my mind just imagine

Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary
When diggin' into my library
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
Eating Ital stew like the one Peter Tosh-a

Uh uh uh, all over the track, man
Uh, pardon me, uh, as I come back
As I did it yo I had to beg your pardon
When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron

Roaw roaw like a dungeon dragon
Change your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'
Try to step to this I will twist you in a turban
And have you smellin' rank like some old stale urine

Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken
The rear cockdiesel but chicks they were kickin'
Yo, bustin' out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme
The rhythm is in sync
(Uh!)
The rhymes are on time
(Time!)

Rippin' up the sound just like a radio
Observe the rhyme and check out the scenario!

Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?

Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?

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A Tribe Called Quest is a hip-hop group formed in Queens, New York City in 1985. The group was composed of Q-Tip, Phife Dawg, and DJ Ali Shaheed Muhammad. A fourth member, Jarobi White, was an intermittent collaborator appearing on their first album, but he left the group soon after, although he is mentioned as a 'sometimes' member on their third album liner notes. Along with De La Soul and Jungle Brothers, the group was a central part of the Native Tongues Posse, and enjoyed the most commercial success out of all the groups to emerge from that collective.

Q-Tip and Phife had grown up together in Queens, and met Muhammad in high school. The group's name was coined by The Jungle Brothers, whose members attended the same school. Soon after, the group began performing live and recording on a local label. The group became a part of the Native Tongues family, a Hip-Hop artist collective also consisting of the groups Jungle Brothers, De La Soul and Black Sheep.

At the time of their inception, A Tribe Called Quest was unique within the hip-hop community for eschewing gangsta rap and macho posturing. Their lyrics focused on abstract and social issues such as the word "nigger", date rape and consumerism. Musically, the group helped pioneer the jazz-rap style (along with groups such as Gang Starr and De La Soul). They made their studio debut in 1990 with People's Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm. Though this album was critically acclaimed and lead to a strong fan following, their next album, The Low End Theory (1991) was a massive artistic success, appearing on several best of the year lists. It is considered one of the most important hip-hop albums to date. The Low End Theory was followed by the equally strong Midnight Marauders (1993), while Beats, Rhymes and Life (1996) and The Love Movement (1998) did not meet with as much success.

Following The Love Movement, the group disbanded in 1998. Q-Tip and Phife Dawg went on to pursue solo careers while Muhammad co-founded the R&B group Lucy Pearl.

Recently, there have been rumors of a reunion between the trio, ignited by a spate of group concert apperances around the US, one of their recent appearances was at Bumbershoot, a three-day music festival in Seattle in 2006 and there has been little news of an upcoming album, leading some to believe that the rumors may be unfounded. Since then, the group have been touring on average every other year with the original four man lineup. Q-Tip stated that their last performances as a group took place during Kanye West's 2013 The Yeezus Tour.

The group first went back into the studio in November 2015, following their first televised appearance in 18 years.

On October 27, 2016, Q-Tip announced that the new A Tribe Called Quest album 'We Got It From Here... Thank You 4 Your Service, would be out on November 11. The album features Busta Rhymes, Consequence, André 3000, Jack White, Elton John, Talib Kweli, Anderson .Paak, Kendrick Lamar and Kanye West; all the recording sessions took place at Q-Tip's home studio in New Jersey.


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