The Next Shit - Pharoahe Monch, Busta Rhymes

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We 'bout to introduce the next millennium rap now

Pharoahe Monch Busta Rhymes

That’ll bang your head shit (Right, right, yeah, yeah, yeah)

What you talking about?

Yeah

The next millennium rap now everybody listen

Condition yourself to be knocked out of commission

Watch out, 'cause this is a new world transmission

Permission to shine now, our time to glisten

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I scatter data that’ll have my niggas Catamaran-ing

Around yachts, cop figures like Knotts Landing

The last batter to hit, blast shattered your shit

Smash any splitter or fastball, that’ll be it

Didn’t figure the ridiculous flow will hit vigorously

Triggering a rigorous amount of energy

That’ll be definitely needed, defeat a foe who retreated back

See no need to repeat it, permission to shine

Stop this and rewind that back

Listen and find Pharoahe Monch, the rhymes phat

You run up on him without a gun, I run up on 'em

And son 'em, stun 'em, verbally never seen me comin'

The next millennium rap now everybody listen

Condition yourself to be knocked out of commission

Watch out, 'cause this is a new world transmission

Permission to shine now, our time to glisten

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Yo, Busta Rhymes, the imperial lyrical you heard

Kill like the one syllable word

The criminal of the lyrical killing you pitiful

Niggas leaving you in a critical, destroying your mineral

Back when I was scrambling in front of the deli

Live on a celly, which was in a street whipping on shiny Pirelli

Now every millisecond I try to reckon with niggas for jacking

Like they really thugging, I ain’t even checking

How niggas could try to act like they really them foul niggas

Fucking with now niggas, better bow, niggas

For moderation niggas going to hibernation

While I legally chase the situation of hyper nation

Now that we credible, I require a busy schedule

Collecting federals, being put on a pedestal

While we clean and we keep on your feeding, you know the meaning

Start to holler and screaming until your stomach start bleeding

The next millennium rap now everybody listen

Condition yourself to be knocked out of commission

Watch out, 'cause this is a new world transmission

Permission to shine now, our time to glisten

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(Ten!) Pack a stadium and let’s begin

(Nine!) New millennium rhymes by design now

(Eight!) Get it straight, no time to hesitate

(Seven!) Universally bonded with all my brethren

(Six!) Rub on your titties, guys hold your dick, yeah

(Five!) Stop holding the wall and get live

(Four!) Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Three!) Come on, come on

(Four, three, two, one…) Yeah, come on, yeah, come on

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