I ain't cyphered here in a minute... gettin it poppin
Dime sacks? Dimes in the sack? Wax keepin it poppin
Most of ya'll the nerdy white suburban type whack prototypes
Ya'll joking right? The only time Ya'll fold An Ace is at Amateur Pokernight
I'm blessed with a mind thats the best of kind, invest in my rhymes
Call me the forensic's sketch artist, YOUR deaths MY designs
I know footballs almost over Trus... but we still ready
Ace be tossing bombs at ya D... without a hail mary
Ya'll saying how I'm fallin off, how im half assing a battle
But the kid that spits after me... will only follow my shadow
So fuck this cypher I'm done with the drop iight?
Come see me on the street, or when one of you textcees pick up a mic

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"Only god can judge me, but I'm atheist so you do the math..."