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
too tough to fold too hot to hold" - pitch black 'it's all real'