(*talking*) That's it is, "The Sound of Revenge" 2005 nigga, whoooooo
Gimmick rappers, can't lie But as long as I'm here, rappers gon die together Told lil' mama I love drama, no one to tell her She shoulda left the club, instead of trying to a fella The villain's born, dark that's my kind of weather gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy umbrellas Like Eminem was telling them, that they die it yella Some of my fans look like Cham, but say I am better Picture the though of that, since no one a harder rap I told 'em that I'm lil' brother, the God of rap Don't play me like you a atheist, face it it's fact Gimmick rappers have heart attacks, when you 'em that God is back The problem is more than that, like when the gats in em You diss me you gon be done, like a snack the rats get em After the baptism, the black in the hit em No need for that gat, fact is the raps kill em Live your life like a mockery, will see the prophecy Stare at a of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me how could you possibly, think that you could be stopping me Destiny couldn't stop me, I and that hoe be watching me are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em time for me Rap game is dying to me, I'm the they trying to see I could bring it back, not only force-ably but Ladies and gentlemen, from Houston The truth and I'm in the booth, and truth is a big illusion What you if you're choosing, to jump into the confusion You losing and end up choosing, and cruise it a bruising nigga
(*talking*) I'm peeping out here in these streets, and I see old labels trying to advance, trying to drop old material On a nigga, so instead of Controversy Sells we gon it up 2005, "The Sound of Revenge"
Then said on the radio, I ain't beefing with rappers no mo' But tell 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be homo Came in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and screaming Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, leave you rojo Hey that's red in Spanish, real never vanish We rise up and then we up on haters, prepare to panic Put ya on, you better go get it plant it Rip off chest piece, to make niggaz remember Janet Ay log on the net, type in "the villain" and And realize why rappers is hurt, cause the truth hurts And you (you jerks), is a package of skirts Put your little advance, back in your purse nigga say he don't like me, he acting like he a wifey Ain't held a pistol, acting like he the that'll snipe me You don't me invite me, you don't like me come fight me And if you afford the flight, and you don't like me then write me I ain't concerned, with any of your I'm to stack, plack on top of plack like gum germs I got tongue twisters, to make the tongue turn the sun burn, I'm so hot I could give it sun burn So up, Kay Slay and ask him who is The trillest to it, then call up DJ Whoo-Kid DJ Drama, Green, Lantern and Kool-Kid Tell 'em it's time to switch playlist up, with the new kid What's his name, Chamillitary
(*talking*) Yeah, the hardest rap nigga and if you beg to Step to the mic, and some'ing sicker nigga Ha-ha, mayn