Chords for a tribe called quest - scenario (remix)

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Eb

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a tribe called quest - scenario (remix) chords
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[Bb] Here in 1992 we present [Eb] the fabulous [Bb] What's the Scenario remix.
Whereas there are seven [E] MCs, [Bb] six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual [Ebm] essence.
[Bb] And he goes by the name of
Check [F] the rap, [Bbm] won't that ass again, God effin' shit.
I lick [Ab] buckshots, full make [Bbm] man, I rip up stages.
Lay down your weapons, sound wild like Larry Davis.
Extra, [F] extra, [Bbm] pick up a clip, my tan ass out the fray.
And grab my dick, [Ebm] momma rap, so I can rock [Bbm] my kit.
I drop bombs, I'm rugged and dead, so I shit on a penny.
I'm baseball [F] bat, I'm [Bbm] bastard, I'm bad news, I'm crazy and clever.
Cut goes a cruise, [Ebm] death on a phono, [Bb] my skills are polo.
You say oh no, you bitch ass homo.
I'm a bag [F] of weight, [Bbm] electrifying, and I'm rough.
Time I slowed up, slot, I'm the greatest of all [Ebm] time.
Sick ass momma, [Bbm] nasty ass nigga, pump slugs in your face.
Jumping ass in the river, two cans in [F] the bucket, [Bbm] fucking kick the can.
Say what, say what, I'm a bad, bad [Ebm] man.
Quick as I'm a flip [Bbm] from the tip of the lip.
Punching out Hitler, Gladys Knight in the bed.
The foul [F] criticism [Bbm] has just raided your area.
Your booty rhymes with my gang, that's the reason I ain't hearing [Ebm] you.
So, pull up the [Bbm] red carpet, cause I'm getting this.
When the light is platinum, that shit's ridiculous.
Excuse [E] my French, [Bbm] but profanity is all I knew.
And do you ever sell out, oh yeah, eff you [Ebm] do, and let it be known.
[Bbm] I'm not the one to step to.
You better off calling D-Knights to your review.
Freestyle [F] fanatic, [Bbm] probably the best around.
Ask for corny MC, like Chuck D, I shut him down.
[Ebm] The article got enough [Bb] hip hop, and I won't stop.
The vibe for [G] this act has come to recognize y'all.
So do like [F] my nutrition [Bbm] and remember the time.
Put on your dancing shoes, cause you sure can't rhyme.
[Ebm] Big up, big up, [Bb] into new identity.
Next you say certain, call your boss a dummy.
What does [F] it take to [Bbm] check a technique?
Many styles, many styles.
[Ebm] Hostile heat [Bbm] brings first the energy.
Mollowing the glass with the new identity.
One, [F] two, mic check, [Bbm] select for the roughnecks.
Act ten to one, [Bb] bet I come for freck.
[F] In my safe is a block, I bring box [Bbm] to connect with nuts.
So I can throw dreadlocks.
[Fm] Maintain the rock, [Bbm] don't stop the rock.
Maintain the rock, don't stop the rock.
[Ebm] Kick it right, deny [Bbm] it, what's it not?
I'm going buck, no duh, but fear is fear.
So see brown [F] or we in [Bbm] the glare.
See brown or we in the glare.
Yeah, [Eb] make it move y'all.
[Bb] On and on and on.
To the brick of [Gb] brick of dawn.
[F] Just one [Bbm] of the L-O-N-F.
And I drop for West East Coast.
[Ebm] Remix my dick, [Bbm] more than Metallica.
Go on and be fooled like the Battlestar Galactica.
Stamp [F] it, [Bb] stomping, robbing [G] Compton.
People all over [Eb] the world, I'm prompting.
New style, [Bb] new style, strong house.
Representation, sensationalization.
[F] Radio, for the [Bb] radio.
VLN, sync it so.
Here we go, yo.
[Ebm] Force made, force [Bb] L.
We on the rise, and look at colorless C.
Two original eyes, and I'm out [F] like [Bb] trial.
Who I, who I, who [C] I, who I.
There it is, baby, ba.
[Eb] [Bb]
[F] [Bb]
[Db] [Ebm] Rhyme, then learn a limb.
[Bbm] Swim, trim, B-I-M.
There I am, there I am.
Don't run from a glimpse.
Psych, [F] give me room.
[Bbm] Be my life, for my looks like a mic.
[Db] Seat, sick, seat, psych.
[Ebm] And slip away, [Bbm] hands off, do the pose.
The notes, my dick, the pose.
I scream the pretty pose.
You [F] got my eye.
[Bb] Hey, hobbies.
Let's flip the phone, now it all sounds.
[Ebm] Hey.
Enough, enough, [Bbm] misfit it, I'm with it.
If I did it, I would [Bb] split it.
Improv shouldn't quit.
Control, my [F] corporate status.
[Bb] That, like, it's like the clatters.
Red, red, red, set, and yo, I like the matters.
[Ebm] Mel, not the [Bbm] Mel.
Hell from you to tell.
Bounce the beat, Paul, cause beats are being yelled.
In [F] the hallways, [Bbm] always ringing with a ho.
This is my two-time sign on the scenario.
[Eb] Check it out, everybody.
[Bb] Rhyme for mics.
Black men's getting loose, doing what they like.
Black [F] gumbos [Bbm] in the public eye.
If you listen very close, I will tell you why.
[Ebm] Both wife, my new [Bbm] dingo, and see, bam.
Shaheed myself, and bust the bus down.
With my [F] men's to ride, so bring [Bbm] on the blocks.
Interrogation for the knocking of the blocks.
[Ebm] The boombox, rule up.
[Bb] Controls, the medulla.
Learn from Hula.
I went like Shula.
So bust [F] out the room, [Bbm] let's start the pursuer.
Intensify my non-button suma.
[Ebm] Tip a crumb booty, well, it's only a rumor.
The meaning's [Bbm] so deep that it starts brain tumors.
Used to [Fm] hood boobie [Bbm] from the midnight cooler.
Smoke them up, load up.
If not, then sing.
[Ebm] Hey, what we gonna do [Bb] in 92?
Even though we had fun in 91?
When you [F] feel my laser beam coming down, [Bbm] run up, run up,
lose down, leaving cracks in the ground.
[Ebm] What's [F] going on, my man?
Goddamn, my nipple pain is hurting.
Listen up, bust up, [Bbm] rhythm will hit them, then I get them.
Flip on them, shit on them, hit [B] on them, then I will sit on them.
[Ebm] Open up your mouth [Bbm] and then walk the moves and get through.
Flip, oh, [B] just a bend the moves.
[F] Yeah, [Bbm] man, that's how it go.
Body drip on some blood coming out the nose.
Give [Ebm] me your band-aid.
What [Bb] are you asking for?
[C] Only your secret and pure [F] adverse effects.
[Bbm] Checking in the bus, the new rap, rap,
bustin' maps, or bust [Eb] this written rap.
We are [Bbm] y'all in 92.
I'm packing my round spray.
Anyway, take a [F] lick.
I'm [Bb] Paul Quest, leader of the new school.
Man, I don't know what's still sick.
[Ebm] [Bbm] If I'm dragging, baby, stop whining.
I see my influence still shattering.
Paul [F] Quest in [Bbm] 92.
Uh-oh, time to go.
Yo, that's
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To learn A Tribe Called Quest - (Remix) Scenario chords, anchor your practice on these foundational sequence of chords - Bb, F and Bb. A strategic approach would be to train at 51 BPM initially, and then accelerate to the song's tempo of 102. With Bb Major as the song's key, tweak the capo to cater to your vocal pitch and chord likes.

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_ _ _ [Bb] Here in 1992 we present [Eb] the fabulous [Bb] What's the Scenario remix.
Whereas there are seven [E] MCs, [Bb] six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual [Ebm] essence.
[Bb] And he goes by the name of_
Check [F] the rap, [Bbm] won't that ass again, God effin' shit.
I lick [Ab] buckshots, full make [Bbm] man, I rip up stages.
Lay down your weapons, sound wild like Larry Davis.
Extra, [F] extra, [Bbm] pick up a clip, my tan ass out the fray.
And grab my dick, [Ebm] momma rap, so I can rock [Bbm] my kit.
I drop bombs, I'm rugged and dead, so I shit on a penny.
I'm baseball [F] bat, I'm [Bbm] bastard, I'm bad news, I'm crazy and clever.
Cut goes a cruise, [Ebm] death on a phono, [Bb] my skills are polo.
You say oh no, you bitch ass homo.
I'm a bag [F] of weight, [Bbm] electrifying, and I'm rough.
Time I slowed up, slot, I'm the greatest of all [Ebm] time.
Sick ass momma, [Bbm] nasty ass nigga, pump slugs in your face.
Jumping ass in the river, two cans in [F] the bucket, [Bbm] fucking kick the can.
Say what, say what, I'm a bad, bad [Ebm] man.
Quick as I'm a flip [Bbm] from the tip of the lip.
Punching out Hitler, Gladys Knight in the bed.
The foul [F] criticism [Bbm] has just raided your area.
Your booty rhymes with my gang, that's the reason I ain't hearing [Ebm] you.
So, pull up the [Bbm] red carpet, cause I'm getting this.
When the light is platinum, that shit's ridiculous.
Excuse [E] my French, [Bbm] but profanity is all I knew.
And do you ever sell out, oh yeah, eff you [Ebm] do, and let it be known.
[Bbm] I'm not the one to step to.
You better off calling D-Knights to your review.
Freestyle [F] fanatic, [Bbm] probably the best around.
Ask for corny MC, like Chuck D, I shut him down.
[Ebm] The article got enough [Bb] hip hop, and I won't stop.
The vibe for [G] this act has come to recognize y'all.
So do like [F] my nutrition [Bbm] and remember the time.
Put on your dancing shoes, cause you sure can't rhyme.
[Ebm] Big up, big up, [Bb] into new identity.
Next you say certain, call your boss a dummy.
What does [F] it take to [Bbm] check a technique?
Many styles, many styles.
[Ebm] Hostile heat [Bbm] brings first the energy.
Mollowing the glass with the new identity.
One, [F] two, mic check, [Bbm] select for the roughnecks.
Act ten to one, [Bb] bet I come for freck.
[F] In my safe is a block, I bring box [Bbm] to connect with nuts.
So I can throw dreadlocks.
[Fm] Maintain the rock, [Bbm] don't stop the rock.
Maintain the rock, don't stop the rock.
[Ebm] Kick it right, deny [Bbm] it, what's it not?
I'm going buck, no duh, but fear is fear.
So see brown [F] or we in [Bbm] the glare.
See brown or we in the glare.
Yeah, [Eb] make it move y'all.
[Bb] On and on and on.
To the brick of [Gb] brick of dawn.
[F] Just one [Bbm] of the L-O-N-F.
And I drop for West East Coast.
[Ebm] Remix my dick, [Bbm] more than Metallica.
Go on and be fooled like the Battlestar Galactica.
Stamp [F] it, [Bb] stomping, robbing [G] Compton.
People all over [Eb] the world, I'm prompting.
New style, [Bb] new style, strong house. _
Representation, sensationalization.
[F] Radio, for the [Bb] radio.
VLN, sync it so.
Here we go, yo.
[Ebm] Force made, force [Bb] L.
We on the rise, and look at colorless C.
Two original eyes, and I'm out [F] like [Bb] trial.
Who I, who I, who [C] I, who I.
There it is, baby, ba.
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
[Db] _ [Ebm] Rhyme, then learn a limb.
[Bbm] Swim, trim, B-I-M.
There I am, there I am.
Don't run from a glimpse.
Psych, [F] give me room.
[Bbm] Be my life, for my looks like a mic.
[Db] Seat, sick, seat, psych.
[Ebm] And slip away, [Bbm] hands off, do the pose.
The notes, my dick, the pose.
I scream the pretty pose.
You [F] got my eye.
[Bb] Hey, hobbies.
Let's flip the phone, now it all sounds.
[Ebm] Hey.
Enough, enough, [Bbm] misfit it, I'm with it.
If I did it, I would [Bb] split it.
Improv shouldn't quit.
Control, my [F] corporate status.
[Bb] That, like, it's like the clatters.
Red, red, red, set, and yo, I like the matters.
[Ebm] Mel, not the [Bbm] Mel.
Hell from you to tell.
Bounce the beat, Paul, cause beats are being yelled.
In [F] the hallways, [Bbm] always ringing with a ho.
This is my two-time sign on the scenario.
[Eb] Check it out, everybody.
[Bb] Rhyme for mics.
Black men's getting loose, doing what they like.
Black [F] gumbos [Bbm] in the public eye.
If you listen very close, I will tell you why.
[Ebm] Both wife, my new [Bbm] dingo, and see, bam.
Shaheed myself, and bust the bus down.
With my [F] men's to ride, so bring [Bbm] on the blocks.
Interrogation for the knocking of the blocks.
[Ebm] The boombox, rule up.
[Bb] Controls, the medulla.
Learn from Hula.
I went like Shula.
So bust [F] out the room, [Bbm] let's start the pursuer.
Intensify my non-button suma.
[Ebm] Tip a crumb booty, well, it's only a rumor.
The meaning's [Bbm] so deep that it starts brain tumors.
Used to [Fm] hood boobie [Bbm] from the midnight cooler.
Smoke them up, load up.
If not, then sing.
[Ebm] Hey, what we gonna do [Bb] in 92?
Even though we had fun in 91?
When you [F] feel my laser beam coming down, [Bbm] run up, run up,
lose down, leaving cracks in the ground.
[Ebm] What's [F] going on, my man?
Goddamn, my nipple pain is hurting.
Listen up, bust up, [Bbm] rhythm will hit them, then I get them.
Flip on them, shit on them, hit [B] on them, then I will sit on them.
[Ebm] Open up your mouth [Bbm] and then walk the moves and get through.
Flip, oh, [B] just a bend the moves.
[F] Yeah, [Bbm] man, that's how it go.
Body drip on some blood coming out the nose.
Give [Ebm] me your band-aid.
What [Bb] are you asking for?
[C] Only your secret and pure [F] adverse effects.
[Bbm] Checking in the bus, the new rap, rap,
bustin' maps, or bust [Eb] this written rap.
We are [Bbm] y'all in 92.
I'm packing my round spray.
Anyway, take a [F] lick.
I'm [Bb] Paul Quest, leader of the new school.
Man, I don't know what's still sick.
_ [Ebm] _ [Bbm] If I'm dragging, baby, stop whining.
I see my influence still shattering.
Paul [F] Quest in [Bbm] 92.
Uh-oh, time to go.
Yo, that's

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