Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Verse of the month

Ed O.G - Right Now

Yo, a-yo, my diction fits in with his friction
Spit non-fiction without contradiction mixed in
Cause Edo G got a sick pen that'll flick men
Out they jurisdiction when it kicks in
I'm bout to rain like monsoons upon goons
Immune to the pop tune cartoons
They repeat theyself, defeat theyself
But me I compete with self nigga
I tweak and critique every word I speak
So it leave a mystique like an antique
You and your mans weak, been ahead of it
Smack you with the mic give your ass a speech impediment
I do it for the betterment
Y'all chiropractor cats is only good for a settlement
You got beef? Settle it
I roll where the ghetto went
Edo G, credit it
C'mon