Gloria Kaba - Dis Generation lyrics

[Verse 1: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg, Jarobi, (Q-Tip & Phife Dawg), & (Q-Tip & Jarobi)] 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, n***a, 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 pliersCool with some buyers Yeah, n***a, 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 Goins, 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 soul It's the highest in commodity grade And you could get it today [Chorus] Dis generation, dis generation, dis generation Dis generation, dis generation, dis generation Rules di nation [Verse 2: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes, Jarobi, & (Phife)] 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' n***as, while you n***as UFC Smoke tree on n***as, sizzle out your USB (Surge pricing on these Ubers, I'mma get me a cab) Yo, where Jarobi at? Imbibing on impeccable gra** I be in NYC waiting for that law to pa** (Pa** sh**, been waiting for a Jet's title since last Richard Todd, Todd Bowles, gang green on that a**) Magic Mike on the mic, David Blain, Dougla** 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, n***a, sorry, that's a sin unforgiven Like 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) [Chorus] Dis generation, dis generation, dis generation Dis generation, dis generation, dis generation Rules di nation [Outro: Q-Tip] This is our generation, generation, uh huh, yeah This our generation, generation, uh huh This our generation, generation, uh huh