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Dis Generation

This song is by A Tribe Called Quest and appears on the album We Got It from Here... Thank You 4 Your Service (2016).

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 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 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 Blain, 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 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

Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation

Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Rules di nation

This is our
Generation, generation, uh huh, yeah
This is our
Generation, generation, uh huh

This is our
Generation, generation, uh huh

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