(*talking*)
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That's what it is, "The Sound of Revenge"
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Summer 2005 nigga, whoooooo
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[Chamillionaire]
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Gimmick rappers, can't lie forever
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But as long as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die together
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Told lil' mama I love drama, no one tried to tell her
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She shoulda left the club, instead of trying to find a fella
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The villain's born, dark storms that's my kind of weather
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Sending gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
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Like Eminem was telling them, that they should die it yella
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Some of my fans they look like Cham, but say I am better
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Picture the though of that, since no one spit a harder rap
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I told 'em that I'm Jehova's lil' brother, the God of rap
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Don't play me like you a atheist, face it it's more fact
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Gimmick rappers have heart attacks, when you tell 'em that God is back
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The problem is more than that, like Iraq when the gats in em
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You diss me you gon be done, like a snack when the rats get em
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After the baptism, the black in the black hit em
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No need for that gat, cause fact is the raps kill em
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Live your life like a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
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Stare at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me
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Nigga how could you possibly, think that you could be stopping me
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Destiny couldn't stop me, I move and that hoe be watching me
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Fans are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty
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Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's time for me
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Rap game is dying to me, I'm the rapper they trying to see
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I could bring it back, not only force-ably but violently
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Ladies and gentlemen, introducing from Houston
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The truth and I'm in the booth, and your truth is a big illusion
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What you choosing if you're choosing, to jump into the confusion
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You losing and end up choosing, and cruise it into a bruising nigga
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(*talking*)
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I'm peeping out here in these streets, and I see these old
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Record labels trying to advance, trying to drop old material
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On a nigga, so instead of Controversy Sells we gon switch it up
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Summer 2005, "The Sound of Revenge"
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[Chamillionaire]
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Then they said on the radio, I ain't beefing with rappers no mo'
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But tell 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be acting homo
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Came in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and screaming solo
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Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, I'll leave you rojo
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Hey that's red in Spanish, real niggaz'll never vanish
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We rise up and then we ride up on haters, prepare to panic
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Put ya teflon on, you better go get it plant it
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Rip off your chest piece, to make niggaz remember Janet
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Ay log on the net, type in "the villain" and search
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And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the truth hurts
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And you jerks (you jerks), is a package of skirts
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Put your little advance, back in your purse ha-ha
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That nigga say he don't like me, he acting like he a wifey
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Ain't held a pistol, acting like he the type that'll snipe me
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You don't like me invite me, you don't like me come fight me
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And if you can't afford the flight, and you don't like me then write me
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I ain't concerned, with any of your concerns
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I'm trying to stack, plack on top of plack like gum germs
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I got enough tongue twisters, to make the tongue turn
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Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I could give it sun burn
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So call up, Kay Slay and ask him who is
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The trillest to spit it, then call up DJ Whoo-Kid
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DJ Drama, Vlad Green, Lantern and Kool-Kid
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Tell 'em it's time to switch they playlist up, with the new kid
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What's his name, Chamillitary mayn
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(*talking*)
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Yeah, the hardest rap nigga and if you beg to differ
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Step to the mic, and spit some'ing sicker nigga
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Ha-ha, Chamillitary mayn
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Gimmick Rappers
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| Chamillionaire |
