Gimmick Rappers Lyrics - Chamillionaire

(*talking*) 

That's what it is, "The Sound of Revenge" 

Summer 2005 nigga, whoooooo 

[Chamillionaire] 

Gimmick rappers, can't lie forever 

But as long as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die together 

Told lil' mama I love drama, no one tried to tell her 

She shoulda left the club, instead of trying to find a fella 

The villain's born, dark storms that's my kind of weather 

Sending gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy umbrellas 

Like Eminem was telling them, that they should die it yella 

Some of my fans they look like Cham, but say I am better 

Picture the though of that, since no one spit a harder rap 

I told 'em that I'm Jehova's lil' brother, the God of rap 

Don't play me like you a atheist, face it it's more fact 

Gimmick rappers have heart attacks, when you tell 'em that God is back 

The problem is more than that, like Iraq when the gats in em 

You diss me you gon be done, like a snack when the rats get em 

After the baptism, the black in the black hit em 

No need for that gat, cause fact is the raps kill em 

Live your life like a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy 

Stare at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me 

Nigga how could you possibly, think that you could be stopping me 

Destiny couldn't stop me, I move and that hoe be watching me 

Fans are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty 

Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's time for me 

Rap game is dying to me, I'm the rapper they trying to see 

I could bring it back, not only force-ably but violently 

Ladies and gentlemen, introducing from Houston 

The truth and I'm in the booth, and your truth is a big illusion 

What you choosing if you're choosing, to jump into the confusion 

You losing and end up choosing, and cruise it into a bruising nigga 

(*talking*) 

I'm peeping out here in these streets, and I see these old 

Record labels trying to advance, trying to drop old material 

On a nigga, so instead of Controversy Sells we gon switch it up 

Summer 2005, "The Sound of Revenge" 

[Chamillionaire] 

Then they said on the radio, I ain't beefing with rappers no mo' 

But tell 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be acting homo 

Came in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and screaming solo 

Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, I'll leave you rojo 

Hey that's red in Spanish, real niggaz'll never vanish 

We rise up and then we ride up on haters, prepare to panic 

Put ya teflon on, you better go get it plant it 

Rip off your chest piece, to make niggaz remember Janet 

Ay log on the net, type in "the villain" and search 

And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the truth hurts 

And you jerks (you jerks), is a package of skirts 

Put your little advance, back in your purse ha-ha 

That nigga say he don't like me, he acting like he a wifey 

Ain't held a pistol, acting like he the type that'll snipe me 

You don't like me invite me, you don't like me come fight me 

And if you can't afford the flight, and you don't like me then write me 

I ain't concerned, with any of your concerns 

I'm trying to stack, plack on top of plack like gum germs 

I got enough tongue twisters, to make the tongue turn 

Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I could give it sun burn 

So call up, Kay Slay and ask him who is 

The trillest to spit it, then call up DJ Whoo-Kid 

DJ Drama, Vlad Green, Lantern and Kool-Kid 

Tell 'em it's time to switch they playlist up, with the new kid 

What's his name, Chamillitary mayn