A Tribe Called Quest - Dis Generation lyrics

(feat. Busta Rhymes) In the box with the capital G, balling the beat Status, Chris Paul and John Wall in the league Grabbin' mics till the knuckles'll bleed, 'cause I believe The potent and the quote will have ya geek like speed If rationale is naturale, then we'll weave It's all edges and peaks Settin' picks, we on a permanent steez I'm in a world where my princess is Leia And she feeling my Vader And my lure grows greater and greater Chemtrails droppin' poisonous vapors Had to shake her like gator Been trill, n***a, process the data Blu-ray wave follow a beta, I'll DVR for later Cop a [?] You can't define us, XYZ-Z, it's the generation Elitists have you cheatin', virtual think pieces See, these written words provided by science, brains defying Thoughts heavy, baby, they're a major appliance Leave a [?] through a giant Dude's nice, he tight, screwed in with some pliers Cool with some bias, yeah, n***a, cool with some brothers Never know tattletales, only ya'll don't know us Yeah, show me, generation, show us what you gon' show us So listen, mami [?] Mouthpiece like [?] with a jubilant noise Dude's rude and it's useless as coin, shoot 'em boys Versed and 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 Dis generation Dis generation Dis generation Dis generation Dis generation Dis generation Rules the nation One hit and readin' pages of Poe Telly is low, Cuddlebunny 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? I'm vibing on impeccable gra** I be in NYC waiting for that law to pa** [?] been waiting for a Jets title since last Picture Todd-Todd Bowles, Gang Green on that a** Magic Mike on the mic, David Blane, Douglas 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 I'm forgiving Like how we be skipping on beats like cooking crack in the kitchen W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-wait Nah, just out the package, dry and bag up the wet This mad city's not a game, easy, quiet on set Phife, student of the past, trailblazing the day Now they knowledge'in and tryin' ta swept up in a phase It's 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 the nation This is our generation, generation, ah This our generation, generation, ah This our generation, generation, ah