(*talking*) That's it is, "The Sound of Revenge" Summer 2005 nigga,
Gimmick rappers, can't lie But as long as I'm here, gimmick gon die together Told mama I love drama, no one tried to tell her She shoulda the club, instead of trying to find a fella The born, dark 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 Some of my fans they look like Cham, but say I am Picture the though of that, since no one 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 rappers have heart attacks, you tell 'em that God is back The problem is 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 that gat, cause fact is the raps 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 be stopping me Destiny couldn't stop me, I move and hoe be watching 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 game is dying to me, I'm the rapper they to see I could bring it back, not only but violently Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Houston The and I'm in the booth, and your truth is a big illusion What you choosing if you're choosing, to into the confusion You and end up choosing, and cruise it into a bruising nigga
(*talking*) I'm peeping out here in these streets, and I see old Record trying to advance, trying to drop old material On a nigga, so instead of Controversy Sells we gon it up Summer 2005, "The of Revenge"
Then they said on the radio, I ain't with rappers no mo' But tell 'em to go correct it, cause be acting homo in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and screaming solo Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, I'll leave you Hey that's red in Spanish, real niggaz'll never We rise up and then we ride up on haters, prepare to Put ya on, you better go get it plant it Rip off your chest piece, to niggaz remember Janet 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 package of Put little advance, back in your purse ha-ha That nigga say he don't like me, he acting like he a Ain't held a pistol, acting like he the type snipe me You don't like me invite me, you don't me come fight me And if you can't the flight, and you don't like me then write me I ain't concerned, 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 give it sun burn So up, Kay Slay and ask him who is The trillest to spit it, call up DJ Whoo-Kid DJ Drama, Green, Lantern and Kool-Kid Tell 'em time to switch they playlist up, with the new kid his name, Chamillitary mayn
(*talking*) Yeah, the hardest rap nigga and if you beg to Step to the mic, and spit some'ing sicker Ha-ha, mayn