Back from my sabatical the kid is still lyrical i challange anybody and everybody to a duel i still keep a balance between heaven and hell ya'll are like car engines that wont start spitin punchlines that are starved hiphop is your salvation bt its my religion i salvage any beat even my heart jockeys for the street all i need is a mick what you fools crave for is a plate of rice if you fags had a mick u probably push it into your arsehole ya'll couldnt rock ice if you went to the north pole this is freestyle lario has got style you hater got AIDS nows the time to sing my praise he's that jay-z look alike one in a million no other can flow this tight i could drop a thousand bars leave nairaland behind jailbars but for now im gonna let the heat die down