(*talking*) That's what it is, "The of Revenge" 2005 nigga, whoooooo
Gimmick rappers, lie forever But as long as I'm here, gimmick gon die together Told lil' mama I love drama, no one to tell her She shoulda left the club, instead of trying to find a The villain's born, dark storms that's my kind of Sending gimmick to the mall, to go buy umbrellas Like Eminem was telling them, they should die it yella of my fans they look like Cham, but say I am better Picture the though of that, since no one a harder rap I 'em that I'm Jehova's lil' brother, the God of rap Don't play me like you a atheist, face it it's fact rappers have heart attacks, when you tell 'em that God is back The problem is than that, like Iraq when the gats in em You diss me you gon be done, a snack when the rats get em After the baptism, the in the black hit em No need for that gat, cause fact is the raps em Live life like a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy Stare at a flight of stairs, you ever think you on top of me Nigga how could you possibly, think you could be stopping me couldn't stop me, I move and that hoe be watching me Fans are no longer 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 rapper they to see I could it back, not only force-ably but violently Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Houston The and I'm in the booth, and your truth is a big illusion What you choosing if you're choosing, to jump the confusion You losing and end up choosing, and cruise it into a nigga
(*talking*) I'm peeping out here in streets, and I see these old Record labels trying to advance, to drop old material On a nigga, so instead of Sells we gon switch it up Summer 2005, "The of Revenge"
Then said on the radio, I ain't beefing with rappers no mo' But tell 'em to go correct it, rappers be acting homo Came in and duo, I'm leaving and screaming solo Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, I'll leave you Hey that's red in Spanish, real never vanish We up and then we ride up on haters, prepare to panic Put ya teflon on, you 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 why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the truth hurts And you jerks (you jerks), is a of skirts Put your little advance, back in your purse That nigga say he like me, he acting like he a wifey Ain't held a pistol, like he the type that'll snipe me You don't like me me, you don't like me come fight me And if you can't the flight, and you don't like me then write me I ain't concerned, with any of your I'm trying to stack, plack on top of like gum germs I got enough twisters, to make the tongue turn Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I could give it sun So call up, Kay and ask him who is The trillest to spit it, then call up DJ DJ Drama, Vlad Green, and Kool-Kid Tell 'em time to switch they 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 spit sicker nigga Ha-ha, mayn