You want a brick battle?
i'll restrict you with my saddle
"Lyrical Storm Takes on Number One Hit, Scandal!"
like a metal pan handle, burn you like hot candles,
melted rubber on the sidewalk, from your overheated sandles
if you cant take heat, get outta my studio
with a ill beat that i produced from the get-go
gecko, not gieko, the car insurance scheme
i grow back limbs, arms, legs, neck, fingers and feet
oh no, i can flow for hours so take a seat
by the first 2 minutes, youll be on the edge of it
"whats he gunna say next? hes got unthinkable spit!"
its a quote, really what the critics mentioned
mindace's style brings you another dimension
with all the evil on earth, then what is hell?
demented, sickening, steel bar cells
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