scenario

• (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!
  
  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
  
  phife:
  
  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
  
  milo:
  
  (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
  
  dinco:
  
  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
  
  q-tip:
  
  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!
• (bkz: senaryo), screenplay
  (bkz: save kisses for me/@ibisile)