Authentic

[Verse One] [Edo G.]:

Yo, your shit 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 shits 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 niggas 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 shit

I bet real niggas 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