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
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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
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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
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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 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,
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the next shit
Pharoahe Monch
