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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 drama, no one tried to tell her
She shoulda left the club, instead of trying to find a
The villain's born, storms that's my kind of weather
gimmick 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 though of that, since no one spit a rap
I told 'em that I'm lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me you a atheist, face it it's more fact
Gimmick rappers have attacks,
you tell 'em that God is back
The problem is more than that, like Iraq 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 need for that gat, cause is the raps kill 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 that you be stopping me
Destiny couldn't stop me, I and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no longer crying to see, throw 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 bring it back, not only but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, from Houston
The truth and I'm in the booth, and truth is a big illusion
you choosing if you're 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 these streets, and I see old
Record labels to advance, trying to drop old material
On a nigga, so of Controversy Sells we gon switch it up
2005, "The Sound of Revenge"

Then they 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 screaming duo, I'm and screaming solo
Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, leave you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, real never vanish
We rise up and then we ride up on haters, to panic
Put ya teflon on, you better go get it it
Rip off your chest piece, to make niggaz remember
Ay log on the net, type in "the villain" and
And realize why rappers is hurt, cause the truth hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a of skirts
Put your little advance, in your purse ha-ha
That nigga say he don't like me, he acting he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, acting he the type that'll snipe me
You don't like me invite me, you don't like me fight me
And if you afford the flight,
and you don't like me write me
I concerned, with any of your concerns
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 it sun burn
So up, Kay Slay and ask him who is
The trillest to spit it, then up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, and Kool-Kid
Tell 'em time to switch they playlist up, with the new kid
What's his name, mayn

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