The Next Shit Pharoahe Monch (Ft. Busta Rhymes)

[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)
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[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'