Pharoahe Monch — The Next Shit

[Intro: 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 [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & Busta Rhymes] 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) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] 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' [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & Busta Rhymes] 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) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] 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 [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & Busta Rhymes] 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) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) [Bridge: Pharoahe Monch] (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 [Refrain: Pharoahe Monch & Busta Rhymes] The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit) The next shit (The next shit)