The Next Shit

We 'bout to introduce the next millennium rap now Pharoahe Monch (yea yea yea), Busta Rhymes (Uh huh uh huh) That ol' bang your head shit (Right right yea yea yea) What you talkin' about yea 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 Yo yo yo, I scatter data that'll have my niggas' catamaranin' Around yachts cop figures like Knotts Landin' The last batter to hit, glass shattered your hit Smash any splitter or fastball, that'll be it Didn't figure the ridiculous flow will hit vigorously Triggerin' a rigorous amount of energy That'll be definitely needed defeat a foe who retreated back See no need to repeated 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 Stunt '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, 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 Yo Busta Rhymes, the imperial lyrical you heard Kill like the one syllable word The criminal of the lyrical killin' you pitiful Niggas, leavin' you in a critical, destroyin' ya mineral Back when I was scramblin' in front of the deli Live on a celly, which was in a street rippin' on shiny for really Now every milli-second I try to reckon with niggas for jackin' Like they really thuggin' I ain't even checkin' How niggas could try to act like they really them foul niggas Fuckin' 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 Collectin' federals being put on a pedestal While we clean and we keep on your feedin', you know the meanin' Start to holla and screamin' until your stomach start bleedin' 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 (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 ya titties, guys hold ya dick, yea (Five!) Stop holdin' the wall and get live (Four!) Yeah yeah yeah (Three!) Come on come on (Four, three, two, one) 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