Royce da 5'9" - It's the New lyrics

Let's go (Bar Exam 2, nigga) oh! yeah
(Green Lantern) Hoh! Hoh!
(It's a fucking invasion, you bastards)
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 introducing

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Best rapper alive
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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 'til my rock soft
Either that or she gon' get lockjaw
Stop? Naw! If she come up for air
I cut her of like Jesse Jackson with a
Hand on Barack's balls
Ahh-aww! Nigga, it's me!
Jumper movie in the flesh straight from It'ly
Five series, six series Benzes
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
(Oh) i'm the Rich Po, not so
The flow spells gospel
Book you for a show and
Turn your hotel to hostel
(It's an invasion) This ain't Luda
It's more like Shooter
Better yet, Shot Ya, Pac or Big Poppa?
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Best rapper alive
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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 live by the Snow White way fuck Forbes
Fuck money till they put some black heads
In them motherfuckers like they
Come from pores
Hip-hop is alive, my nigga, come for yours
(Yes)
I got the hood open, attached to jumper cords
(Yes) alone in the mirror, rub-a-dub-dub
I ain't the game (I ain't the game)
Even though I don't belong in this era
(Green Lantern)
I'm tryin' to take shit past Nas, Jay
Shady & Dre shit shout out to the Doc
I'm tryin' to find patience (Woo)
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!

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Best rapper alive
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Yeah! (Yes) This ain't Fif, it's more like a gift
A bottle of Cris
On side of a sip or a quality lick (Ahh)
I'm the shit, you try to be sick
I be ridin' with silenced machine guns
While you be tryna be Tip (Ahh)
I'm still hood, I move, minus the bus pass
(yeah) out with the poverty in with
The new deluxe pad
This black nina told me I'm a black leader
(Uh, huh)
That's why I be preachin' like David Banner
Minus the mustache (Haha)
But I ain't runnin' from nothin' as
Long as rappers is runnin'
They receive death from a
Sentence like capital punishment
The flows is mean, I make a nigga lean
Like puttin the word "meth" in
Between "pro" and "-zine"
Your bitch sprung right after my dick
Go fish i leave her numb like a
Tongue after a coke kiss (yeah)
I'm focused, I spit madness
You niggas is borin' you at a level orange
With your bitch-ass-ness (How?)
Plots is thickenin' and I care about rappers
Bout as much as I care to
See Terrance and Rocski bickerin'
Watch is sickenin', Glocks specifically hot
I'm trippin', is you with me or not?

(It's the new) Best rapper alive
Best rapper alive
Best rapper alive, best rapper alive