It's the New

Team invasion Verse One: This ain't 'Ye it's more like Aids This ain't James it's more like a trade And you more like Wade And I ain't playin' I'm more like Cuban Not the cigar, Mark, introduce him "It's the new" - Beastie Boys "Best rapper alive" - Jay-Z [x4] Naw This ain't Wayne It's more like Pain And I ain't talkin' bout with T dash in front I'm more like needin' rehab for months Hock and spew lyrics on Dr. Drew's spirit Until he has the mumps Drunk That's if I can put it in one word My niggas that ain't with all the drinkin', they want herb So even though the car plush The ashtray full of dark butts Like we rollin' up lookin' for Yung Berg Top off Bitch in the front Domin' me up Till my rock soft Either that or she gonna get lock jaw Stop naw If she come up for air I cut her off like Jesse Jackson with a hand on Barack's balls Awe Nigga it's me Jumper movie in the flesh straight from It-aly Five series, six series Benz's Fuck them little C's I'm on some ole Maino shit Throw everything at you but the kitchen sink till I plug you It's goin' down I'm on some ole Draino shit I'm the Rich Po, not so The flow spells gospel Book you for a show and turn your hotel to hostel/hostile (It's an invasion) This ain't Luda, it's more like shoota Better yet, +Shot Ya+ Pac or Big Poppa? Chorus: "It's the new" "Best rapper alive" [x4] Verse Two: This ain't Jay It's more like sprayed The kind that confuse kindness with polite play My bitch got two midgets in the bra And a nose like a vacuum She chillin' the Snow White way Fuck Forbes Fuck Money till they put some black heads them motherfuckers Like they come from pores Hip hop is alive My nigga come for yours I got the hood open, attached to jumper cords Alone in the mirror Rub a dub dub I ain't the game Even though I don't belong in this era I'm tryin' to take shit past Nas, Jay, Shady & Dre shit Shout out to the Doc I'm tryin' to find patience/patients Lookin' like I'm pacin' Like hello, say hello to me I elbowed my way into niggas conversations I don't write rhymes I commit death threats This my new name if you ain't guessed yet! Chorus Verse Three: Yeah, this ain't Fif It's more like a gift A bottle of Cris On side of a sip or a quality lick I'm the shit You try to be sick I be ridin' with silenced machine guns While you be tryin' to be Tip I'm still hood I move minus the bus pass Out with the poverty in with the new deluxe pad This black nina Told me I'm a black leader That's why I be preachin' like David Banner Minus the mustache But I ain't runnin' from nothin' As long as rappers is runnin' They receive death from a sentence like capitol punishment The flows is mean I make a nigga lean Like putting the word "meth" Up in between the words "pro" and "azine" Your bitch sprung right after my dick go fish I leave her numb like a tongue after a coke kiss I'm focused I spit madness You niggas is borin' You at a level orange with your bitch-ass-ness Plots is thickenin' And I care about rappers Bout as much as I care to see Terrance and Rocski bickerin' Watch is sickenin' Glocks is specifically hot I'm trippin' Is you with me or not? Chorus