[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...Learn More