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

Gimmick rappers, lie forever
But as long as I'm here, gimmick gon die together
Told mama I love drama, no one tried to tell her
She shoulda left the club, instead of to find a fella
The villain's born, dark storms that's my of weather
Sending gimmick to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was telling them, that they should die it
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 lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me like you a atheist, face it more fact
Gimmick have heart attacks,
when you 'em that God is back
The problem is more that, like Iraq when the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, like a when the rats get em
the baptism, the black in the black hit em
No need for that gat, fact is the raps kill em
Live your life like a mockery, niggaz will see the
Stare at a flight of stairs, 'fore you think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, think that you be stopping me
Destiny couldn't stop me, I move and that hoe be me
Fans are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's for me
Rap is dying to me, I'm the rapper they trying to see
I could bring it back, not force-ably but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, from Houston
The truth and I'm in the booth, and your truth is a big
What you choosing if choosing, to jump into the confusion
You losing and end up choosing, and cruise it into a bruising

(*talking*)
I'm peeping out here in these streets, and I see 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
Came in and duo, I'm leaving and screaming solo
the logo's a no-no, I'll leave 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 better go get it it
Rip off your chest piece, to niggaz remember Janet
Ay log on the net, type in "the villain" and
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, the truth hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a package of
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 invite me, you don't like me come me
And if you can't the flight,
and you like me then write me
I ain't concerned, with any of concerns
I'm trying to stack, on top of plack like gum germs
I got tongue twisters, to make the tongue turn
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I 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, Vlad Green, and Kool-Kid
'em it's time to switch they playlist 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 some'ing nigga
Ha-ha, Chamillitary