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

Gimmick rappers, can't lie
But as long as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die
Told lil' mama I drama, no one tried to tell her
She left the club, instead of trying to find a fella
The villain's born, dark storms that's my kind of
Sending gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy
Like Eminem was telling them, they should die it yella
Some of my fans they like Cham, but say I am better
the though of that, since no one spit 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 more
Gimmick rappers have attacks,
when you 'em that God is back
The is more than that, like Iraq when the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, like a snack when the get em
the baptism, the black in the black hit em
No need for gat, cause fact is the raps kill em
Live life like a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
Stare at a of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, think that you could be me
Destiny couldn't me, I move and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z up the dynasty
Not big as that Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's time for me
Rap is dying to me, I'm the rapper they trying to see
I could it back, not only force-ably but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing from
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 it into a bruising nigga

(*talking*)
I'm peeping out in these streets, and I see these old
labels trying to advance, trying to drop old material
On a nigga, so instead of Controversy we gon switch it up
2005, "The Sound of Revenge"

Then they said on the radio, I ain't beefing with no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be homo
Came in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and solo
Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, I'll leave you
Hey that's red in Spanish, real never vanish
We rise up and we ride up on haters, prepare to panic
Put ya teflon on, you better go get it it
Rip off your chest piece, to make niggaz 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 advance, back in your purse ha-ha
That nigga say he don't like me, he acting he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, acting like he the type that'll me
You don't like me invite me, you don't me come fight me
And if you can't the flight,
and you like me then write me
I concerned, with any of your concerns
I'm trying to stack, plack on top of plack like gum
I got enough tongue twisters, to make the tongue
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I could give it sun
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
his name, Chamillitary mayn

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