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  • (bkz: scenario.pak)
  • bi keresinde bi arkadaş bunu "sikenariyo" diye okumuştu da ne gülmüştük...
  • a tribe called quest adli rap grubunun en buyuk hitlerindendir.ayni zamanda busta rhymesi dunyaya tanitan parcadir da denebilir.
  • beyrut'un gemmayzeh öncesi daha popüler olan bar/restoran/gece kulübü muhiti monnot'da yer alan kulüp. yolu beyrut'a düşen yabancılar ve turistlerin muhtemelen hiç uğramadığı, yerli halkın eğlenmeyi tercih ettiği, dıştan tahmin edilmese de içine girildiğinde bildiğiniz pavyon görüntüsünde olan yer. canlı müzik olarak sahnede elektro gitar eşliğinde bir org ve içten bir solist görülebilir. duyulacak müzik sadece arapça şarkılar, müşteri kitlesi ağır abiler ile daha alaturka görünüşlü kızlar, dekor ise simli/gümüşi duvar ve koltuklardan ibarettir. yerli halk derken, gece gezmesinden, fazlasıyla para harcamaktan ve lüks arabalara binmekten imtina etmeyen, lüksçü yerli halkı kastetmekteyim. buddha bar gibi standart ve batılı tarz yerlerden alacağını almış, daha yerel tatlar arayan kişilere, gözlem yapmaktan hoşlananlara ve arapça şarkılarla eller havaya koltuk üstünde dansetmeyi sevenlere tavsiye olunur. bakiyesi için irrite edici olabilir.
    bu da linki: http://www.beiruting.com/scenario
  • remixi vardır. sözleri;

    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!


    check the rhyme, punk that ass again, god
    'f' it (shııtt!!) ! ı lay buckshots
    hood, madman, ı rip up stages
    lay down in your wages, ı'm wild like larry davis
    extra, extra, pick up a clip. ı'll tear (that) ass out the frame (huh!)
    and grab my dick(oh!)
    ı'm a rockem sockem robot,kid ı drop bombs
    ı'm rugged and deadly, so ı shit on the petty
    ı'm baseball bat a bastard, ı'm bad news
    ı'm crazy and clever, cut does your crews
    death on the phono, my skills are dolo
    you say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo
    ı bag up waste, electrifying, ı'm primetime
    ı slaughter slime, ı'm the greatest of all time
    sick ass brotha, 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!!!)
    ı'm a bad, bad man


    quick is how ı 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 cutty rhymes are wack and that's the reason ı ain't hearin ya (so!)
    pull out the red carpet cuz ı'm gettin this
    vanilla ıce platinum? that shit's ridiculous
    excuse my fresh, but profanity is all ı knew
    and to you other sellouts, oh yeah, 'f' you too
    and let it be known, ı'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, ı 'shut 'em down'
    the artical don of hip-hop and ı won't stop
    the 5 foot assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop
    so do like michael jackson and 'remember the tıme'(do you remember?)
    put on your dancin chose or somethin sho' can't rhyme


    (bıg up bıg up!) ınto new eternity
    next who said somethin that complies hot on 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 alternative
    one, two mic check, select for the ruffneck set
    10 to 1 bet, ı come correct!
    ın my cyphers are blocks, ı bring box to connect with knots
    so ı 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
    ı would rock longer but 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 ıt out!!!)
    to the breaka, breakadawn (who's that?!?)
    just, one of the lons and a tribe called quest
    (east coast!) to west
    remixed mad kick more than metallica
    tall emcees for like the battlestar gallactica
    stampin, stompin, rompin compton
    (people all over the world!!!) ı'm promptin (style!)
    pick a style, any style, strong ısle
    representation, sensationalization
    scenario for the radio, bls and kıss, so
    (here we go, yo!) yeah
    force, main source lp on the rise
    ın living color was seen through original eyes
    and ı'm out like shout, ooh ahh, ooh ahh
    (ooh ahh, ooh ahh!) there it is baby par


    vine, limb on a limb, slim trim
    p ı m, there ı am (there ı am!)
    don't run from a blim
    sight be be right, be polite for my mice like a mike
    see sıck, see syke
    and slip away and off to the poconos
    spot pick the flows, mike swing a pretty pose
    yamaha (yay-ha-may!)
    let's split the funk, now it all sounds (hey!)
    and nuff enough, misfitted ı'm with it
    ıf ı did it, ı was blitted and probably shouldn't have quit
    cuz yo, my corporate status at knight like gladys
    bed rest spread tests and yo, ı'm like the maddest
    male, not female, hail from uniondale
    bounce the b-ball cuz beats are bein yelled
    ın the hallway is always draggin with a ho!
    this is my 2 times 9 on the scenario


    check it out everybody, rhymes and mics
    black mens gettin loot, doın what they lıke!
    eight black brothas in the public eye
    ıf you listen very close, ı will 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!)
    ınterrogation for the knockin out the box
    the boom-box ruler controls the medula
    none come cooler, ı win like shula
    so bust out the moves as you start to pursue her
    ıntensified mind, non blunt consumer
    tip will come booty (well, ıt's only a rumor!)
    the meaning so deep, 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 fill my day, earn beans comin down
    from the from the new sound, leavin cracks in the ground
    what's goin on my man (god damn!) and now my brain is hurtin
    ıt's enough, busta, rhythm will hit 'em, then ı get 'em
    rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then ı will sit on 'em
    open up your mouth if you want the food
    so get loot, flipmode, cuz ı'm in the mood, uh-heh, uh-heh
    yeah man, that's how it goes
    body drippin of top blood comin out your nose
    give me your band-aid, what are you askin for? (more!)
    all in your secret and pure
    adverse, they said, check it and ı bust a new rap
    rhymes, busta rhymes, and bust this wicked rhymes
    yeah y'all in '92, ı'm packin my roach 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
    ı see my influence still shining
    more crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo
    that's the scenario!