Busta Rhymes, A Tribe Called Quest - Dis Generation lyrics
[Busta Rhymes, A Tribe Called Quest - Dis Generation lyrics]
Handle rocks with the capital G
Ball on the beat status, Chris Paul and John
Wall in the league
Grabbin' mics till the knuckles would bleed
('Cause I believe
The potent that I'm quoting will
Have you geeked like speed)
If rationale is naturale or a weave
It's all edges and peas
Settin' press, we on a permanent steeze
I'm in a world where my princess is Leia
And she's feeling my Vader
And my lure grows greater and greater
Chem trails, droppin' poisonous vapors
Have you shaking like Gator
Been trill, nigga, process the data
Blu ray, wave file, or a Beta
I'll DVR it for later
Kappo Masa with a G to my waiter
You can't define us, XY us, or Z us
You generational elitists
Have your chi in virtual think pieces
(See, these written words
Are poetical science
Brain's defiant, thoughts heavy, baby
They're a major appliance) Leave a dent
When drop with the flyness, fluent giant
Dude's nice, he tight
Screwed in with some pliers
Cool with some buyers
Yeah, nigga, cool with some growers
(Never no tattletales, only I don't knowers)
We a show me generation
Show us what you gon' show us
So listen, mami
See we could collude with a boing
Mouthpiece like Goines, with a jubilant noise
Dudes rude and as useless as coins
Shoot 'em boys
Versed in, rehearsed in the soothing of loins
Talk to Joey, Earl, Kendrick, and Cole
Gatekeepers of flow
They are extensions of instinctual soulIt's
The highest in commodity grade
And you could get it today
Dis generation, dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation, dis generation
Dis generation rules di nation
One hitting reading pages of Poe
Telly is low, cuddle bunny ready to go
Day of the dead bury all the zombies instead
And it's just your aftermath
Busta cuttin' your dreads
Bruce Leein' niggas, while you niggas UFC
Smoke tree on niggas, sizzle out your USB
(Surge pricing on these Ubers
I'mma get me a cab) yo, where Jarobi at?
Imbibing on impeccable grass
I be in NYC waiting for that law to pass
(Pass shit
Been waiting for a Jet's title since last
Richard Todd, Todd Bowles
Gang green on that ass)
Magic Mike on the mic, David Blaine
Douglass Henning
In the church of Busta Rhymes
It's my sermon you're getting
Horizontal spittin'
I'm the exorcist of your writtens
Don't interrupt me, nigga, sorry
That's a sin unforgivenLike how
We be skipping on
Beats like cooking crack in the kitchen
B-b-b-b-b-b-but wait
Just spit the package, dry it, bag up the wet
This mad city's not a game
Easy, quiet on set, phife
(Student of the past trailblazing a daze
Not acknowledging a trend or swept
Up in a phase
We still the highest of commodity grade
And you could get it, get it, get it
Get it today)
Dis generation, dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation, dis generation
Dis generation rules di nation
This is our generation, generation, uh huh
Yeah this our generation, generation, uh huh
This our generation, generation, uh huh
Ball on the beat status, Chris Paul and John
Wall in the league
Grabbin' mics till the knuckles would bleed
('Cause I believe
The potent that I'm quoting will
Have you geeked like speed)
If rationale is naturale or a weave
It's all edges and peas
Settin' press, we on a permanent steeze
I'm in a world where my princess is Leia
And she's feeling my Vader
And my lure grows greater and greater
Chem trails, droppin' poisonous vapors
Have you shaking like Gator
Been trill, nigga, process the data
Blu ray, wave file, or a Beta
I'll DVR it for later
Kappo Masa with a G to my waiter
You can't define us, XY us, or Z us
You generational elitists
Have your chi in virtual think pieces
(See, these written words
Are poetical science
Brain's defiant, thoughts heavy, baby
They're a major appliance) Leave a dent
When drop with the flyness, fluent giant
Dude's nice, he tight
Screwed in with some pliers
Cool with some buyers
Yeah, nigga, cool with some growers
(Never no tattletales, only I don't knowers)
We a show me generation
Show us what you gon' show us
So listen, mami
See we could collude with a boing
Mouthpiece like Goines, with a jubilant noise
Dudes rude and as useless as coins
Shoot 'em boys
Versed in, rehearsed in the soothing of loins
Talk to Joey, Earl, Kendrick, and Cole
Gatekeepers of flow
They are extensions of instinctual soulIt's
The highest in commodity grade
And you could get it today
Dis generation, dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation, dis generation
Dis generation rules di nation
One hitting reading pages of Poe
Telly is low, cuddle bunny ready to go
Day of the dead bury all the zombies instead
And it's just your aftermath
Busta cuttin' your dreads
Bruce Leein' niggas, while you niggas UFC
Smoke tree on niggas, sizzle out your USB
(Surge pricing on these Ubers
I'mma get me a cab) yo, where Jarobi at?
Imbibing on impeccable grass
I be in NYC waiting for that law to pass
(Pass shit
Been waiting for a Jet's title since last
Richard Todd, Todd Bowles
Gang green on that ass)
Magic Mike on the mic, David Blaine
Douglass Henning
In the church of Busta Rhymes
It's my sermon you're getting
Horizontal spittin'
I'm the exorcist of your writtens
Don't interrupt me, nigga, sorry
That's a sin unforgivenLike how
We be skipping on
Beats like cooking crack in the kitchen
B-b-b-b-b-b-but wait
Just spit the package, dry it, bag up the wet
This mad city's not a game
Easy, quiet on set, phife
(Student of the past trailblazing a daze
Not acknowledging a trend or swept
Up in a phase
We still the highest of commodity grade
And you could get it, get it, get it
Get it today)
Dis generation, dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation, dis generation
Dis generation rules di nation
This is our generation, generation, uh huh
Yeah this our generation, generation, uh huh
This our generation, generation, uh huh