J.R. Writer, Royce da 5'9" - This Is Not New lyrics

One, two this ain't nothin’ new to me, man

The way I'm wildin' on
You rookies real spooky
I put a thousand on you pussies, Lil Boosie
Still loopy, so y’all can never harm J
I'm just hopin' they don't smell
The body in the hallway
They told me you been rottin'
In there all day so I told the hitters move
Your body like Beyoncé
The boss way, y'all do what the boss say
I do it for Broadway and y'all
Do it for Broadway
Ayy, I'm too great to be impressed
Who ya favorite? Say it with your chest
And yet i show you he ain’t a threat
You playin’ with a vet
Boy, I'm somethin’ else like
"Take another guess"
You play with mе and you
Won't never play another sеt
Your label see that they gon' have
To label me the best
I'm aimin’ it direct while
You makin' indirects
And them bars so weak, we
Gotta wait 'til they connect, dawg
If I wrote it, every line loaded
That's why I feel for
You like I'm blindfolded
Note it, you can not out-great me
Y'all clout-chasin', my clout chase me
Please, this ain't the tryouts, baby
Built a studio at home, this is my house
Baby y'all got lazy, sound need improvement
I'm still burnin' everything down
Like I'm lootin'
Soundin' like I mastered every
Sound on this Neumann
But who you clowns really foolin'? I do this
Huh, I'm a spitter at heart
I can tell you ain't really that smart

Motherfucker, this is not new
Nah, I been killin'
Who you kiddin'? You don't do
The shit that I do i been as sick since the
Beginnin', got me thinkin'
"What's your IQ?"
Huh? You been livin' for a minute
I will end it if I got to
And trust me, this is not new, trust me
This is not new

Crossin' T's, dottin' I's til' these odds end
I'm from the slum village
Y'all, home of Dilla, dawg
RIP the king
Y'all can either stream or buy ten
Aston Martin pass your block fast as Mach 10
Classic top tens, beefin' brought Timbs
Pre the pandemic we done had
The people locked in
Million Peter Pan niggas sittin'
'round five penny-wise men
We don't follow, we revise trends
Speed of light committin' 3D CGI sins
We enlightened
Speed of lightnin' and we rise wins
Lords of London need to see
It through TI's lens
Forty numbers hit your body, Remy Ma's friend
Sortin' shit out and the climate deserved it
Spoils and draws without all
The tidy detergent
Send a coroner out to y'all
The time of the murder
Yellow tape and boardin' the house
Without Tiger and Curtis
Spillin' my pride, concealin' my trauma
You hearin' my cries, you kissin' my Converse
I'm switchin' my side ho, kitchen, my condo
Like it's some kind of different ensemble
Sippin' this wine with Tiff and Laquanda
Trips to Rwanda this is just a reminder
Strippin' your monuments to the ground
Like Christmas or Kwanzaa, this is when karma
Differs from conduct
My city switch to Wakanda
Triple the commerce, digit's and commas
Citizens armed to kill the responders
Everybody get killed for less
Less bodies to kill the head
Poverty pilgrimage, this is the Gilgamesh
Huh, Nickel to ill to bet i'm nice, cuz