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 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



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 our generation, generation, uh huh

This our generation, generation, uh huh