| Song | The Next Shit |
| Artist | Pharoahe Monch |
| Album | Internal Affairs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jamerson, Smith, Stone | |
| (feat. Busta Rhymes) | |
| [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 shit (right right yea yea yea) | |
| What you talkin' about yea | |
| [Chorus: 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 shit [x16] | |
| [Pharoahe Monch] | |
| Yo yo yo, I scatter data that'll hammer niggas' catamaran then, | |
| Around yaks cop figures like not stranded | |
| 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 | |
| Excel 'em, sell 'em verbally never seen me comin' | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Busta Rhymes] | |
| 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' and teach you how to stop bleedin' | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Pharoahe Monch] | |
| 10:pack a stadium and let's begin | |
| 9:new millennium rhymes by design now | |
| 8:get it straight no time to hesitate | |
| 7:universally bonded with all my present men | |
| 6:rub on ya titties, guys hold ya dick, yea | |
| 5:stop holdin' the wall and get live | |
| 4:yea yea yea 3 come on come on 4 3 2 1 | |
| The next shit [x16] |
| zuo ci : Jamerson, Smith, Stone | |
| feat. Busta Rhymes | |
| 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 shit right right yea yea yea | |
| What you talkin' about yea | |
| Chorus: 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 shit x16 | |
| Pharoahe Monch | |
| Yo yo yo, I scatter data that' ll hammer niggas' catamaran then, | |
| Around yaks cop figures like not stranded | |
| 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 | |
| Excel ' em, sell ' em verbally never seen me comin' | |
| Chorus | |
| Busta Rhymes | |
| 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 millisecond 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' and teach you how to stop bleedin' | |
| Chorus | |
| Pharoahe Monch | |
| 10: pack a stadium and let' s begin | |
| 9: new millennium rhymes by design now | |
| 8: get it straight no time to hesitate | |
| 7: universally bonded with all my present men | |
| 6: rub on ya titties, guys hold ya dick, yea | |
| 5: stop holdin' the wall and get live | |
| 4: yea yea yea 3 come on come on 4 3 2 1 | |
| The next shit x16 |
| zuò cí : Jamerson, Smith, Stone | |
| feat. Busta Rhymes | |
| 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 shit right right yea yea yea | |
| What you talkin' about yea | |
| Chorus: 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 shit x16 | |
| Pharoahe Monch | |
| Yo yo yo, I scatter data that' ll hammer niggas' catamaran then, | |
| Around yaks cop figures like not stranded | |
| 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 | |
| Excel ' em, sell ' em verbally never seen me comin' | |
| Chorus | |
| Busta Rhymes | |
| 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 millisecond 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' and teach you how to stop bleedin' | |
| Chorus | |
| Pharoahe Monch | |
| 10: pack a stadium and let' s begin | |
| 9: new millennium rhymes by design now | |
| 8: get it straight no time to hesitate | |
| 7: universally bonded with all my present men | |
| 6: rub on ya titties, guys hold ya dick, yea | |
| 5: stop holdin' the wall and get live | |
| 4: yea yea yea 3 come on come on 4 3 2 1 | |
| The next shit x16 |