It’s The New Lyrics - The Bar Exam 2 - Royce Da 5'9

Team invasion 

[Verse 1:] 

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] 

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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 

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 hostel/hostile 

(It's an invasion) 

This ain't Luda, it's more like shoota 

Better yet, (Shot Ya) 

Pac or Big Poppa? 

Photos 

[Chorus:] 

"It's the new" 

"Best rapper alive" [x4] 

[Verse 2:] 

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 3:] 

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]