Pharoahe Monch, Busta Rhymes - The Next Shit lyrics

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
The next shit (The next shit)
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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
The next shit (The next shit)
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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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