I hope that all my enemies are listening
I know that all the critics are gonna start with the dissin and
I don't give a “F” in this game I don't need a ref
If you're busy losing yourself then you need a map
You need to get back on track
This is just a message to the internet celebrities
Those that are talking about the money and accessories
Swagga boys a bunch of toys you rap like you're having a seizure
Clicks and crews you better beware I'm the lyrical preacher
All these little kids saying that they rapping
I just hear the trapping I'm laughing they busy yapping
I don't hear the difference ‘cause everybody's a cliché
But I'm gonna make you sell I'll put your body parts on E-bay
I know they gonna talk ‘cause they looking for limelight
Trying to be tight I'll slap you till you lose your eyesight
Ya'll better tell your momma's to help you get better rhymes
I'ma k** you if you ever mention my name in a rhyme
It's 32 yeah my body's lyrical proof
Everybody in the ghetto I give them the truth
I'm just on the mic to come and inspire the youth
With a hoodie and my snapback on don't need a suit
I'm here to save the art of lyricism ‘cause its dying
Reality raps ‘cause most of these rappers is lying
I roar like a lion and they're just trapped in a trap
I enlarge my hand and give them a gigantic slap
It's time for reality these rappers better rehearse
And if you're weak you're gonna end up in the back of a hearse
And If you're talking crap then I'ma find you in the street
You better watch your back or else
You're gonna lose your front teeth
Yeah that's how it is it's Out The Oven music
Lyricism to your ears and don't try to refuse it
And if you're telling me that my lyrics are too deep
Wait a minute I think that your brain is too weak
No rapping I'm ripping like a man who never cares
Opposition interference the end of many careers listen here
This is a nizzle holding a missel crazy I chizzle
Danger at night the sound of a whistle
K.G.O.P.O you know the definition
A piece of a puzzle another piece that is missing
an*lyze the situation make the right decision
Or I'll slap you in the face and leave you with a blurry vision
Its 32 it is and forever will
The definition of an EmCee is the lyrical sk**
The capability of making a word realistic
Being different from a fantasizing statistic
k**ing every beat being lyrically optimistic
Say that I'm twisted they tell me to stop but I just insisted
Hold it down and I hold it for RocklaHood
Rolling papers and keeping warm like we burning wood
I know I could I do it because I should
I should've been taking more than another puff in the hood
I'm doing good as long as I got my green
If you wanna get me right then try to never intervene its 32
Like a disease I just keep on spreading
If I haven't got you get ready for Armageddon
Got the type of vocal that you'll never be forgetting
Forever play in your ears like a trumpet playing a pattern
There's no hiders exposing “D” riders
A.K-32 the new version of Al-Qaeda
Straight from the ghetto a verbal war metaphors
Forward I keep on going I never stop never pause
Spit is immaculate on the air never cursing
Spit like a Dracula shedding blood on my verses
And if you're telling me that my lyrics are too deep
Wait a minute I think that your brain is too weak