[Verse One] [Edo G.]: Yo, your sh** went wood like a splinter I write till there's no more ink in the printer A winner, it's all from the soul in the inner You rapper couldn't find ice in the middle of winter Fresh like the N.E.R.D.s from Virginia You wack like the herbs from the 'burbs who's pretenders Jigmasta, DJ Spinna Pockets heavy, yours are thinner, far from beginner You a sugar substitute, Splenda Any gender, who's a contender, must surrender I keep a stash full of legal tenders In case robbers wanna hold me up like suspenders I spit that flavor, taste it on your tongue Youth gets wasted on the young, I'm the sh**s like dung It's all from the power of the lungs You got it spend it, Ego G is authentic [Scratch Hook]: "Too tough to fold too hot to hold" - Pitch Black 'It's All Real' "I never seen no kid like that" I'm authentic [Verse Two] [Masta Ace]: Ayo most rappers fold like cheap chairs And real talent only comes around now and then like leap years And like Goldie Locks And The Three Bears I'm just right And just might write a verse to beat theirs I'm indeed competitive I listen to these n***as late at night if I need a sedative I don't wanna hate but I can't lie Think I'd rather sit around and watch some paint dry You dudes bore me And this book's in need of a new story And lyrically I'm the father and you Maury You just a talk show host, I'm hot You get burnt if you walk so close, you not On my level, I'm bout to get on my rebel Without a pause sh** I bet real n***as endorse it And write they name on the dotted line, they gotta sign Ain't too many flows as hot as mine I'm authentic [Scratch Hook]: "Too tough to fold too hot to hold" - Pitch Black 'It's All Real' "I never seen no kid like that" I'm authentic