Jeff Davidson - The Next sh** lyrics

[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 sh** (Right, right, yeah, yeah, yeah) What you talking about? Yeah [Hook: 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 sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] I scatter data that'll have my n***as Catamaran-ing Around yachts, cop figures like Knotts Landing 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 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 Son 'em, verbally never seen me comin' [Hook: 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 sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Yo, Busta Rhymes, the imperial lyrical you heard k** like the one syllable word The criminal of the lyrical k**ing you pitiful n***as leaving you in a critical, destroying your mineral Back when I was scrambling in front of the deli Live on a celly, which was in a street whipping on shiny Pirelli Now every millisecond I try to reckon with n***as for jacking Like they really thugging, I ain't even checking How n***as could try to act like they really them foul n***as f**ing 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 Collecting federals, being put on a pedestal While we clean and we keep on your feeding, you know the meaning Start to holler and screaming until your stomach start bleeding [Hook: 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 sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) [Verse 3: 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 your titties, guys hold your dick, yeah (Five!) Stop holding the wall and get live (Four!) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Three!) Come on, come on (Four, three, two, one...) [Hook: Pharoahe Monch & Busta Rhymes] The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**) The next sh** (The next sh**)