Dis Generation Songtext / Lyric

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 peas

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, nigga, process the data

Blu-ray wave follow a beta, I'll DVR for later

Cop a [?] with 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 [?] flyest [?] through a giant

Dude's nice, he tight, screwed in with some pliers

Cool with some bias, yeah, nigga, 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



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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' niggas, why 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?

I'm vibing on impeccable grass

I be in NYC waiting for that law to pass

[?] been waiting for a Jet's title since last

[?] gangrene on that ass

Magic Mike on the mic, David Blane, Douglas Henning

In the church of Busta Rhymes it's my sermon you're getting horizontalspittin', I'm the exorcist of your writtens

Don't interrupt me, nigga

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 your [?]

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