| Broke up on impact, I swam from the wreckage
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| Oil on the water, oceans of fire
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| Township necklace, sink or swim now
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| Big waves, I hit 'em like «Ow!»
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| Wingate and Leerdam sidle (?) in the trial
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| Shackled in slippers, shuffling single-file
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| I’m counting kilometers and nautical miles
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| Have a word with your preacher, niggas is foul
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| Kool-Aid by the litre, I declined with a smile (Um, no thank you)
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| You and I both know I ain’t never gonna let it go
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| Cottonmouth in the midst of H2O
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| Knife in my teeth and the water’s choppy
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| You thought I would sink prob’ly
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| I’m deep in the drink, sloppy
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| You get a couple bars I’m cheap with the ink
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| You need to guard your spot with wire that’s barbed
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| Run-flat tires on cars
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| High tech, optic fibres, chain on your yard
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| Every door and window double-barred
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| Hunker down, watching the surf, ready for war
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| Eyes on the horizon
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| Thinking «That nigga couldn’t’ve survived it!»
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| But I’m full of surprises |