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 |