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] 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 n***as that ain't with all the drinkin', they want herb
So even though the car plush
The ashtray full of dark bu*ts
Like we rollin' up lookin' for Yung Berg
Top off
b**h 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
n***a it's me
Jumper movie in the flesh straight from It-aly
Five series, six series Benz's
f** them little C's
I'm on some ole Maino sh**
Throw everything at you but the kitchen sink till I plug you
It's goin' down
I'm on some ole Draino sh**
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 2:]
This ain't Jay
It's more like sprayed
The kind that confuse kindness with polite play
My b**h got two midgets in the bra
And a nose like a vacuum
She chillin' the Snow White way
f** Forbes
f** Money till they put some black heads them motherf**ers
Like they come from pores
Hip hop is alive
My n***a 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 sh** past Nas, Jay, Shady & Dre sh**
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 n***as conversations
I don't write rhymes
I commit d**h 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 sh**
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 pa**
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 d**h from a sentence like capitol punishment
The flows is mean
I make a n***a lean
Like putting the word "meth"
Up in between the words "pro" and "azine"
Your b**h 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 n***as is borin'
You at a level orange with your b**h-a**-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]