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 steez I'm in a world where my princess is Leia And she 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 for later Kappo Massa with my 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, brains defiant Thoughts heavy, baby, they're a major appliance Leave a dent when dropping 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 Dude's 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 Rules di nation
One hiting 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 cutting your dreads Bruce Lee'in niggas, while y'all niggas UFC Smoke tree on niggas, sizzle out your USB Surge pricin' 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 Past 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 Blaine, 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, nigga Sorry, that's a sin unforgiven Like how we be skipping on beats like cooking crack in the kitchen 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
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Writer/s: Fitzroy Simpson, George Bennett, Huford Brown, Jackie Mittoo, Jarobi White, Kamaal Fareed, Leroy Sibblis, Lloyd Ferguson, Luis Alberto Spinetta, Malik Izaak Taylor, Robert Lyn, Trevor Smith
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., SADAIC LATIN COPYRIGHTS, INC.
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