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Talking*)
That's it is, "The Sound of Revenge"
Summer 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, of trying to find a fella
The villain's born, dark that's my kind of weather
Sending niggaz 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 of that, since no one spit a harder rap
I told 'em that I'm Jehova's brother, the God of rap
Don't play me like you a atheist, face it it's fact
Gimmick 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, a snack when the rats get em
After the baptism, the in the black hit em
No need for gat, cause fact is the raps kill em
Live your life a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
Stare at a of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how you possibly, think that you could be stopping me
Destiny couldn't me, I move 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 rapper trying to see
I could it back, not only force-ably but violently
and gentlemen, introducing 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 and end up choosing, and cruise it into a bruising nigga

(*talking*)
I'm out here in these streets, and I see these old
Record labels trying to advance, trying to drop old
On a nigga, so instead of Sells we gon switch 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 acting
Came in and duo, I'm leaving and screaming solo
Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, leave you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, niggaz'll never vanish
We rise up and then we ride up on haters, to panic
Put ya teflon on, you go get it plant it
Rip off your chest piece, to make niggaz Janet
Ay log on the net, in "the villain" and search
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the hurts
And you (you jerks), is a package of skirts
Put your little advance, back in your ha-ha
That say he don't like me, he acting like he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, like he the type that'll snipe me
You like me invite me, you don't like me come fight me
And if you afford the flight,
and you don't like me write me
I ain't concerned, with any of your
I'm to stack, plack on top of plack like gum germs
I got enough tongue twisters, to make the turn
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I could give it sun
So up, Kay Slay 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 up, with 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 sicker nigga
Ha-ha, mayn