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 needed rehab for months

Hock and spew lyrics on Dr. Dru'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

Dolein' me up

Till my rocks off

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 hos-pital

(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 po' like play

My bitch got two midgets in the bra

And a nose like a vacuum

She did a lot of snow like Wade

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 toddler's machine guns

While you be tryin' to be temp

I'm still hood

I move minus the bus pass

I entered poverty in with the new deluxe pass

This black nina

Told me I'm a black leader

That's why I be preachin' like David Beckham

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 bone 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 Janc and Roc 'C' bickerin'

Raps is sickenin'

Glocks is specifically hot

I'm trippin'

Is you with me or not?

Chorus