[Busta Rhymes]
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Yea yea yea yea yea yea
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We bout to introduce the next millennium rap now
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Pharoahe Monch (yea yea yea), Busta Rhymes (uh huh uh huh)
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That'll bang your head shit (right right yea yea yea)
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What you talkin' about yea
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[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch + Busta Rhymes]
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[Pharoahe Monch]
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The next millennium rap now everybody listen
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Condition yourself to be knocked out of commission
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Watch out! Cause this is a new world transmission
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Permission to shine now our time to glisten
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[Pharoahe Monch and Busta Rhymes]
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The next shit (x16)
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[Pharoahe Monch]
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Yo yo yo, I scatter data that'll hammer niggas' catamaran then,
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Around yaks cop figures like not stranded
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The last batter to hit, blast shattered your hit
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Smash any splitter or fastball, that'll be it
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Didn't figure the ridiculous flow will hit vigorously
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Triggerin' a rigorous amount of energy
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That'll be definitely needed defeat a foe who retreated
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Back, see no need to repeated it
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Permission to shine, stop this and rewind that
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Back, listen and find Pharoahe Monch, the rhymes phat
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You run up on him without a gun I run up on 'em
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Excel 'em, sell 'em verbally never seen me comin'
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[Chorus]
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Yo Busta Rhymes, the imperial lyrical you heard
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Kill like the one syllable word
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The criminal of the lyrical killin' you pitiful
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Niggas, leavin' you in a critical, destroyin' ya mineral
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Back when I was scramblin' in front of the deli
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Live on a celly, which was in a street rippin' on shiny for really
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Now every milli-second I try to reckon with niggas for jackin'
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Like they really thuggin' I ain't even checkin'
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How niggas could try to act like they really them foul niggas
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Fuckin' with now niggas, better bow niggas
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For moderation niggas going to hibernation
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While I legally chase the situation of hyper nation
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Now that we credible I require a busy schedule
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Collectin' federals being put on a pedestal
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While we clean and we keep on your feedin', you know the meanin'
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Start to holla and screamin' and teach you how to stop bleedin'
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[Chorus]
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[Pharoahe Monch]
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10?ack a stadium and let's begin
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9?ew millennium rhymes by design now
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8?et it straight no time to hesitate
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7?niversally bonded with all my present men
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6?ub on ya titties, guys hold ya dick, yea
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5?top holdin' the wall and get live
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4?ea yea yea 3 come on come on 4 3 2 1
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The next shit (x 16)
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The Next Shit
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| Pharoahe Monch |
