Niggaz was throwing rocks at the throne, and I got word of that

The sequel to the Messiah, for what I already murdered that

Niggaz hating on me, but look at ’em the nerve of that

Nigga this ain’t this type of beef, you can’t take the burger back

Burn it back into my pocket, I’m trying to stop it

Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your socket

How does it feel, to know you wasted your whole lifetime

Living your whole lifetime, just to worry bout mine

Gimik niggaz was dissing me, he was fake they was missing me

Came to replace and make history, B I made ’em history

You could feel like you real, because that feeling eventually

Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it into misery

And you niggaz is killing me, with your wanna-be-me’s

You a artist we bosses, the ones that funded c.d.’s

All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me please

You got me laughing, I’m asking if niggaz wanna be Steve

Harvey, no you’re hardly funny at all

Running the game not at all, homie you running your jaw

We grown folks, kiddy schoolers need to go run up the hall

Niggaz boring just ignore him, and the dummy’ll fall

My brother is my descendent, we running a mile a minute

Hut-hut it’s time to win it, I see you behind the finish

If you get there quit there, got ya swisha lit playa

Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Changin’ Click g’yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

Ha-ha thanks a lot, appreciate it ‘ppreciate it

Hey mayn, shout out to everybody out there all the fans

That been staying down with a nigga, you know I’m saying

Through his whole career, watching him grow

Watch us make it to that next level, we on our way baby

You know I’m saying what up George Lopez, Juan Gonzalez

Sup mayn, y’all holding me down still mayn

Shout out to my niggaz out there on the West, what up Balance

Ha-ha yeah ha, shout out to my niggaz over there on the East Coast mayn

Selene what’s up baby Garvey what’s up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary mayn

Ladies and gentlemen, homie must be on heroine

Victory for me, but he thought he would have the narrow win

My aim is to blame, when I load it inside the barrel and

Put the third eye on him, and do a lil’ more than stare at him

Poet I know it, I miss the modern day Shakespeare

I’m a rider survival is what it is, it ain’t fear

The absolute truth, is just some’ing some niggaz can’t hear

Mike don’t live here no mo’, he got convicted he ain’t here

How the heck you set fiction on the table, put truth aside

What you speaking my nigga, you can’t look me into my eyes

The good Lord spoke the truth, and that just got him crucified

Y’all scared of the sharp dagger, you trading your truth for lies

Look me in my eyes, nevermind I ain’t trying to spook ya

Voice of the present the past, yep I’m the future

Soon as you speak the truth, all the haters will try to mute ya

But if you the truth, all pertrators will call you Koopa

Martin Luther King Koopa, many of ’em will listen

But if you can’t take the heat, then get your hot ass out the kitchen

I heard words from Makevelli, riding was the ambition

So I bomb first on fake niggaz, like I’m in his position

Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I’m handling bidness

Raise my hand to the man, and my right hand is my witness

I got a fo’ to the fizzle, that’s sure to damage your fitness

But it ain’t really even that serious, to tear you with stitches

P you acting suspicious, you know me better than that

If it was for a false reason, I would never react

But you know me better than rap, niggaz was telling me facts

So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me that never that

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

Thank you-thank you, I appreciate the support

But everyone please take your seats, I’m not done there’s more

In this world of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming they real

Turn around and tell you a lie, bout what he paid on his grill

Same nigga that talk big, bout what he made on his deal

This ain’t ask me for advice, like they don’t pay me Chamill’

Rappers ain’t really real, only a few of ’em ball

Pissy colored diamonds yep, I’m one of the few of ’em y’all

Talking bout no piece and chain, and a few lil’ cars

Four thousand or five thousand, for what you do as a star

Now keeping money in the vault, is the hardest part of the art

Knowledge got my crew smart, even when my crew was apart

Chamillionaire you did ’em wrong, why don’t you get a heart

If I showed it to you, would you see what it could do in the dark

Whether you like it or not, don’t really matter to me

Cause most of the love I know I’ma keep, inside my family tree

So you can gossip, bout what really happened with Hatta and me

Or you can gossip bout how so-and-so, way badder than me

It don’t really matter to me, becuase I’m done with it now

Maturity level that I’m at, isn’t even fun for a child

So set your mouse pad on the Internet, and punish my style

Or set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston, running me down

It’s whatever I’ve been better, at proving a nigga wrong

Tell Goliath I don’t need rocks, to prove a lil’ nigga strong

So tell Watts, forget me I’m grooving I’m in my zone

Property of Mike who, he ain’t here that lil’ nigga gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

Ha-ha ok we gon chill out, we gon chill out mayn

We gon try to just keep it moving, you know I’m saying

Focus on the music, give the fans some’ing to ride to

You know I’m saying, “The Sound of Revenge” will be

One of the best albums, to come out the South

And I put everything on that ha, let me give a couple shout out’s

Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate the love

Flex, Ke’noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, ‘sup Nancy

We gon shake these haters off, know I’m saying ha-ha

Who am I forgetting, James Shepard ‘sup up my nigga

‘Sup my nig’ ha-ha, O. Gizzle ‘sup my nig’

I know somebody gon say I forgot ’em but man

I’ll get you on the next go my nig’, ha-ha