Eddie Ill & D.L. - The Next sh** lyrics

[Busta Rhymes] Yea yea yea yea yea yea We bout to introduce the next millennium rap now Pharoahe Monch (yea yea yea), Busta Rhymes (uh huh uh huh) That'll bang your head sh** (right right yea yea yea) What you talkin' about yea [Hook: Pharoahe Monch + Busta Rhymes] [Pharoahe Monch] 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 [Pharoahe Monch and Busta Rhymes] The next sh** (x16) [Pharoahe Monch] Yo yo yo, I scatter data that'llhave my n***as' catamaranin' Around yachts cop figures like Knotts Landin' The last batter to hit, blast 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 Son'em verbally never seen me comin' [Hook] [Busta Rhymes] Yo Busta Rhymes, the imperial lyrical you heard k** like the one syllable word The criminal of the lyrical k**in' you pitiful n***as, 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 n***as for jackin' Like they really thuggin' I ain't even checkin' How n***as could try to act like they really them foul n***as f**in' with now n***as, better bow n***as For moderation n***as 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' [Hook] [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 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 sh** (x 16)