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Talking*)
That's it is, "The Sound of Revenge"
2005 nigga, whoooooo

Gimmick rappers, can't lie
But as as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die together
Told lil' mama I love drama, no one to tell her
She shoulda left the club, instead of to find a fella
The villain's born, storms that's my kind of weather
Sending gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy
Like Eminem was telling them, they should die it yella
Some of my they look like Cham, but say I am better
Picture the though of that, since no one spit a rap
I 'em that I'm Jehova's lil' brother, the God of rap
play me like you a atheist, face it it's more fact
Gimmick rappers have attacks,
when you tell 'em that God is
The problem is than that, like Iraq when the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, like a when the rats get em
After the baptism, the in the black hit em
No for that gat, cause fact is the raps kill em
Live your life like a mockery, niggaz will see the
Stare at a flight of stairs, you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, think that you could be me
Destiny couldn't stop me, I move and that hoe be me
Fans are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z up the dynasty
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the rapper trying to see
I could bring it back, not only but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, from Houston
The and I'm in the booth, and your truth is a big illusion
What you choosing if 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 streets, and I see these old
Record labels trying to advance, trying to drop old
On a nigga, so instead of Controversy Sells we gon it up
Summer 2005, "The of Revenge"

Then they said on the radio, I beefing with rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be acting
in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and screaming solo
Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, I'll you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, real niggaz'll never
We rise up and then we ride up on haters, prepare to
Put ya teflon on, you go get it plant it
Rip off your chest piece, to make niggaz remember
Ay log on the net, in "the villain" and search
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, the truth hurts
And you (you jerks), is a package of skirts
Put your advance, back in your purse ha-ha
That nigga say he don't me, he acting like he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, acting he the type that'll snipe me
You don't like me me, you don't like me come fight me
And if you afford the flight,
and you 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 it sun burn
So call up, Kay and ask him who is
The to spit it, then call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, Lantern and
Tell 'em it's time to switch they playlist up, the new kid
What's his name, mayn

(*talking*)
Yeah, the rap nigga and if you beg to differ
Step to the mic, and spit some'ing sicker
Ha-ha, mayn