A Tribe Called Quest – Scenario

A Tribe Called Quest released their single “Scenario” back on March 24, 1992.  The track was produced by A Tribe Called Quest and was the final track off their second studio album “The Low End Theory“.  The track featured the Leaders of the New School and was released on Jive/RCA Records.

A track that features the Leaders of the New School and A Tribe Called Quest is a must listen and is a classic before you actually listen to the track, but 2 posse cuts from both is just legendary!  The original is the track everyone remembers with the drum sample from “Little Miss Lover” by Jimi Hendrix and a dope bass sample from Brother Jack McDuff’sOblighetto“. Busta Rhymes delivers the dopest bars on the track and it adds to the perfection their second album has become.

I remember seeing the yellow maxi-single cassette at Tower Records and when I saw there was a remix on the b-side, I had to pick it up.  I had read on The Source Magazine that MC Hood was an up and coming MC that was beaten and killed outside of a group home in Harlem and only two days before he had recorded his verse on the “Scenario Remix“.  The guy took off his shirt and walked into the booth and spit his lyrics in one take.  After listening to this remix more than a million times, I can easily say he had the greatest verse on the remix.   The sample comes from “Soul Vibrations” by Kool & the Gang that was later used by Joe Budden on “Pump It Up“.   The question remains, which one was the doper cut?  I say the remix but that’s just my opinion.  What’s your’s?

[Busta Rhymes]
Here in 1992 we present
The fabulous What’s The Scenario remix
Whereas there are seven MC’s
Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh… HOOD!

[Kid Hood]
Check the vibe, walk that ass or get got
F it (shit) I lick 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 ass out the frame (Ha!) and grab my dick (Ohh!)
I’m a Rock’Em Sock’Em robot kid, I drop bombs
I’m rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty
I baseball bat a bastard, I’m bad news
I’m crazy and clever, cut throats of crews
Death on the phono, my skills are porno
You say “oh no,” you bitch ass homo
I bag up waste, electrifyin’, I’m prime-time
I slaughter a slime, I’m the greatest of all time
Sick ass brother, nasty ass nigga
Pump slugs in your face, and dump 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 Dawg]
Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip
Punchin’ out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips
The Five-Foot Assassin has just raided your area
Your booty rhymes are wack and that’s the reason I ain’t hearin ya
(So!) Roll out the red carpet ’cause 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’re better off calling 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 five-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 ’cause you sure can’t rhyme

[Cut Monitor Milo]
(Big up, big up!) Enter new identity
Next to say something ’cause you pass it to me
What does it take to check a technique?
(Many styles, many styles!)
Hostile heat, brings bursts of energy
Milo in De Dance is the new identity
One two mic check, select for the ruffneck sect
Ten to one that I come (Correct!)
In my cyphers on 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)
Kicking right inna your what’s it not
I could rock longer but fair is fair
So C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeahhh!)
C. Brown are we in the clear? (Yeahhh!)

[Charlie Brown]
Makin moves y’all (Moves y’all!) On and on and on
(Check it, check it out!!) To the break of, break of dawn
(Who’s that?!) just one of the L.O.N.S
And A Tribe Called Quest (East coast) to West
Remix mad kick, more than Metallica
To all MCs fall like the Battlestar Galactica
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 let’s see through original eyes
And I’m out like shout, Ooh Ahh, Ooh Ahh
(Ooh ahh, ooh ahh!) There it is baby pah

[Dinco D]
Flying in on a limb, slim trim, D I am
There I am (There I am!) Don’t run from a grim
Sight we be right, be polite for my mics
Like I’m like (See sick, see syke)
And slip away, and off to the Poconos
Spot picked the clothes, hype swing the pretty pose
Yamaha (Ay-Ha May!)
Let’s flip the funk, now it all spells (Hey!)
Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I’m with it
If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn’t have quit it
Cause yo, my vocal status at Knight’s like the Gladys
Bed rest, spread test, and yo I’m like the maddest
Male, not female, hail from Uniondale
Bounce the b-ball cause beats are being yelled
In the hallways always ringing with a (Ho!)
This is my two times nine on the Scenario

Check it out everybody, rhymes and mics
Black mens gettin’ loot (Doin’ what they like!)
Eight black brothers in the public eye
If you listen very close, I will tell you why
(Hood!) Phife, Milo, Dinco and C. Brown
Shaheed, myself, and Busta Bust Down
Will commence to rock (Rock!) So bring on the flocks (Flock!)
In-terrogation for the knockin of the box
The boom-box ruler, controls the medulla
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 meanin’ so deep that it starts brain tumors (Tumors!)
Peace to Hood baby from the midnight crooner
Smoke ’em up later, if not then sooner

[Busta Rhymes]
Hey what we gon’ do (Dooo) in ’92
Even though we had fun (Fuuun) in ’91
Wonderful my days, herb dream comin’ down
Ponna ponna new sound, leavin’ cracks in the ground
What’s goin on my man? (Goddamn!) And now my brain is hurtin’
Listen up, 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
To get rude, Flipmode, ’cause I’m in the mood
Ah-heh, ah-heh! Yeah man, that’s how it goes
Body drippin with blood comin out your nose
Give me a Band-Aid, what are you asking for?
(More!) Only your sacred and pure
Adverse, Zig-Zag, check it and the Busta new rap
Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhymes
Yeah y’all in ’92, I’m packin my roach spray (Anyway!)
Take a lick, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School
Mad brother when stealthy RRRAAAOW RRAOW RRAOW!
To my dragon, baby, stop whinin’
I see my influence still shinin’
More crazy in ’92, uh oh, time to go, yo
That’s the Scenario!

-Al E.

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