Pharoahe Monch then signed to Rawkus Records, an indie label. After making several guest appearances on albums like the best-selling Rawkus compilation Soundbombing 2, Monch's much-hyped debut, Internal Affairs was released in 1999. The first single of the album, "Simon Says", was a major hit in 1999; he was later sued for the use of a Godzilla sample for the beat. He also had a 2001 hit with "Got You," though the single ultimately didn't sell well, and he also contributed the track "Fuck You" to the Training Day soundtrack. In 2003, Pharoahe released his final single through Rawkus Records, "Agent Orange", a war-inspired song that revisited the 1991 Organized Konfusion track "Releasing Hypnotical Gases".
Pharoahe's song "Simon Says" was featured in the 2000 cinematic release Charlie's Angels. Viewers will recognize the song and backbeat in the scene where Sam Rockwell is lighting a cigarette in the castle while holding Drew Barrymore hostage. Two of Monch's songs, "Right Here" and "Simon Says" were featured in the movie Boiler Room.
Pharoahe is also affiliated with the rap group The HRSMN. Although not a member of the group (there are only four real members), he is constantly linked to someday join the group when/if they ever expand.
There were rumors his next album, Innervisions, was to be released under Denaun Porter's new Shady Records imprint Runyon Ave., but apparently, the deal fell through; Monch has since announced a deal with Street Records Corporation, home of Wu-Tang Clan, David Banner, and Terror Squad. In June 2007 Monch released his second solo album Desire to critical acclaim. Monch said about the album; "...it's very soulful, very gospel, a fresh, new sound for me." The album's lead single was the self-produced track "Push", with "Let's Go" as its B-Side. The song's music video and single were released in late September 2006. Monch released a second music video entitled "When the Gun Draws" at a Brooklyn music festival in February 2007.
Monch also produced and ghost-wrote the track The Future and ghost-wrote the track Hold Up with Mobb Deep member Havoc on rap mogul Diddy's latest album Press Play. Critics contest that Monch's writing is evident in both the content and the delivery of Diddy's rhymes.
Pharoahe Monch sang the Madden NFL 2002 theme for the game and six years later Desire was featured on the soundtrack of Madden NFL 08.
Pharoahe Monch will release his third solo album W.A.R. (Let My People Go) in 2009. He revealed that the album will be a "throwback to 1993, '94 hip-hop" and will feature production by Black Milk, Mr. Porter, Lee Stone & M-Phazes. A ten-year anniversary re-issue of Internal Affairs will also be released featuring a documentary about the making of the album.
The Next Shit
Pharoahe Monch Lyrics
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Pharoahe Monch (yea yea yea), Busta Rhymes (Uh huh uh huh)
That ol' 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
The next shit, the next shit, the next shit, the next shit
The next shit, the next shit, the next shit, the next shit
The next shit, the next shit, the next shit, the next shit
The next shit, the next shit, the next shit, the next shit
Yo yo yo, I scatter data that'll have my niggas' catamaranin'
Around yachts cop figures like Knotts Landin'
The last batter to hit, glass 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 and son 'em
Stunt 'em, verbally never seen me comin'
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 shit, the next shit, the next shit, the next shit
The next shit, the next shit, the next shit, the next shit
The next shit, the next shit, the next shit, the next shit
The next shit, the next shit, the next shit, the next shit
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' until your stomach start bleedin'
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 shit, the next shit, the next shit, the next shit
The next shit, the next shit, the next shit, the next shit
The next shit, the next shit, the next shit, the next shit
The next shit, the next shit, the next shit, the next shit
(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 ya titties, guys hold ya dick, yea
(Five!) Stop holdin' the wall and get live
(Four!) Yeah yeah yeah (Three!) Come on come on (Four, three, two, one)
The next shit, the next shit, the next shit, the next shit
The next shit, the next shit, the next shit, the next shit
The next shit, the next shit, the next shit, the next shit
The next shit, the next shit, the next shit, the next shit
Pharoahe Monch’s song The Next Shit is an introduction to the next millennium rap, featuring Busta Rhymes. Monch and Rhymes assert their authority as the new generation of rap with a powerful display of their lyrical skills. The lyrics of the song penetrate the mind of the listener with their powerful flow, and they soon discover that this is not just any rap, but a new world transmission. As the beat penetrates the ears of the listener, they become hyped up for an exhilarating journey into the new world of rap.
The first verse warns the listener to condition themselves to be knocked out of commission as they are about to witness the next level of rap. Monch and Rhymes have come to shine and glisten, and with their next level of spit, they are about to blow their listeners away. The second verse is a showcase of their lyrical prowess, as they use their words to create intricate flows that leave no doubt about their abilities. They assert their credibility and require a busy schedule as they collect federals and put themselves on a pedestal.
In conclusion, The Next Shit is a perfect introduction to the next millennium rap; it's powerful and bursting with energy. The lyrics are intricate and take deep thought to dissect. It presents a new level of rap that is cutting-edge and breaks the norms of traditional rap.
Line by Line Meaning
We 'bout to introduce the next millennium rap now
We are introducing the cutting edge of rap for this new millennium
Condition yourself to be knocked out of commission
Prepare yourself to be totally blown away by the innovation of our rhymes
Watch out! 'Cause this is a new world transmission
Be alert, our message is something you have not heard before
Permission to shine now our time to glisten
We are finally here to show our full potential and shine
Yo yo yo, I scatter data that'll have my niggas' catamaranin'
I'm spreading knowledge that will leave people in awe and amazed
Didn't figure the ridiculous flow will hit vigorously
Did not expect this kind of intense flow to hit you with full force
Permission to shine, stop this and rewind that
Let us show our talents and stop everything else, go back and give it a listen
Yo Busta Rhymes, the imperial lyrical you heard
Listen up, it's Busta Rhymes and his impeccable lyrics
For moderation niggas going to hibernation
Those who are average will fall behind and disappear
While we clean and we keep on your feedin', you know the meanin'
We keep it fresh and new and continue to provide you with what you need
(Ten!) Pack a stadium and let's begin
A call to action to pack a stadium and witness something new
(Six!) Rub on ya titties, guys hold ya dick, yea
Let loose and enjoy the music, it's time to feel it in your body
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: TROY DONALD JAMERSON, TREVOR SMITH, LEE STONE
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@DeeWunnHybrid
Been knocking this track since 1999 🙏🏽🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
@bigelakafatdaddychannel5002
This song needs a video
@giulioboobzilla
4 f‘n shizzle!
@YMMU
4 sure! Like new edition
@stevenramirezmistersmokes6379
OG PHAROAHE MONCH#1
@chrisb6484
Lol,every song though!
@che-babyface9960
One of my favorite tracks in 2000
@SDSOverfiend
Remember when I first heard this on the radio 99’. All I could think about is “Baseball”. This shit was absolute banger💯💪🏾💙🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
@lamontreevey1719
That "SHIT"is so ill...still to this day..
For this millennium rappers to flow ,and hear what they said and say...Busta & pharaoh monch!....SALUTE!
@ruikelly8314
Stil a banger 2023🔥🔥🔥🔥