Paper Tiger - Generator lyrics

[Hook A: All] Uh, generation generators Uh, spark up the accelerator Uh, gas pedal, gas pedal Push it, push it This is "never settle" [Verse 1: Mike Mictlan] Clock 'em all day, chunk 'em all night Looking for a fight Lean to the right or leave on your left Lean to the chest, drink to that bite f** around and swing on a bigger man Bing bing bing bing Ding ding, the bell ring in my head Shaved clean off the cleaver head Now the dude tink tink Click when he blink down the ramp of the minivan Cuffs clink when they link round the wrist and I think When I'm gonna sleep when I'm gonna eat again? Give a what what you think Give a none less what you gonna do about In the Minne we penny pinching Any inch and we take a mile, style with a double pitching, fix in a cinch Have a Coke and a smirk, I'll smack the taste out your shirt Rushdie that or run a check Catch a fade or catch respect Move (move) around with a gat from a gun show Middle of a murder ‘Merica, murder murder not scareda ya Yeah I hearda ya, crew out like a hernia We out [Verse 2: P.O.S.] Stop Had a rough one, the type make a man wanna jump from the top And it s**s, make a tough wanna chuck hella rocks at the cops But he stuck with his middle finger up looking dumb on the block Out of luck with his generator dry tryna find a way to not die Hot-wired, open in the out there, no shade Going for the next wave, close shave But he running out the clock though Rock those in their silly a** faces Yeah, any damn day I'ma reach out, you can touch faith They can douse mud, we can soak bleach Teach, work, live, speak that Doomtree [Hook B: All] Uh, generation generators Uh, spark up the accelerator Uh, gas pedal, gas pedal Push it, push it This is "never settle" Uh, this is my theme song Hard as the brick that I cut my teeth on Soft as the science made you Push it, push it, push it Farther, louder, harder [Verse 3: Dessa] Full figure - nah full fact Bad with a ten-key, better with a black Bic Ratchet clip for a garter belt Going Sally Hansen, nails hard as hell Is that moonshine in a champagne flute? Old English in a new tattoo? What we do to be last the man standing Break an ankle to stick the landing And I'll be singing in the silo, let that echo clear my head Learn to tolerate the iocane, got real good at playing dead Call to arms young statuettes Coquetting's clever yet, but Venus de Milo's better with her bayonet [Hook B: All]