Guerrilla32 - Between The Lines lyrics

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