August 18, 2006

Fugue #1

With no Vaseline: / Just a match and a little bit of gasoline.

Right off the docks, got the custom-made yachts / Burial plots, for my niggaz took fatal shots.

Trip up alarms. I came to drop bombs / I got more rhymes than the Bible's got psalms.

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