Lyrics Pharoahe Monch

Pharoahe Monch

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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

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

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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'

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'

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

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