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* EP on Red Hook Records.



[Shabazz The Disciple]

Yo yo yo yo yo

When I was young I mad an oath and it was solemn

To scrape my way from being broke without hitting the Island

Me and my mans we juggled coke we used to get from hollering

And jealous brothers on the block they tried to give us problems and

I started you jaking jewels on the A train

Til they blew up my man`s praised in the change game

Yea, I remember that long ride through that dark tunnel

All I could remember is cucci`s head laying in the puddle

Keep hearing clicks from that empty barrel

Feeling my soul leave my body, am I in the air, getting narrower?

See up until that day my life was physical in my mental

Keep thinking I`m returning as the spiritual

It`s like I`m travelling the soul`s journey after death

I keep praising Allah that he sparred my breath

Me and my mans, we had plans to get grands

Drink champagne, they was slanging the game

And that`s a damn shame

Holding the tech and the firebomb

In `82`s back-staircase, bubbling and quoting Islam

Three in the morning, puffing L`s and drinking the VincTop

Scheming and thinking of a way to catch a Brink`s truck

Then all those times we sent you booking

And watching niggaz get their shit tooken

Facing drug charges for not looking

Cooking them grams of yayo, they didn`t play, yo

Then most rappers got out the game, then hey yo

Yo, when they murdered my main man, I was hurt

I`d go into their graves and bust some shots at the dirt

Some little thugs with a vision to count a bill

Cuz made brothers got their wigs peeled on Sugar Hill

In `87 weighing grams and splitting the prophets

Now in `96, I read the caron and study the projects

It`s like I`m living on the ground, my mind is haunted

Keep hearing whispers in the dark cuz my soul is wanted

Spiritual wounds never heal from a fast life

I ask Christ to forgive me for me past life

Spinning the wheel to get the fortune

Some brothers got banked up, locked up or ended up in a coffin

Red Hook was up, most of my mans with bullet wounds

At a young age, I never shot no one

But I know I`ma have the bullet soon

mad time I was surrounded by theft

Brothers, they would put up guns close to my head, no bullets left

Yo, I could still taste that steel from that double barrel

When brothers stuck me up under the building, my will got narrower

Stuck to the forehead, with two pistols, I saw red

If it was for Ra and Chuck, I would`ve ended up in the morgue dead

I never got the chance to return Ra`s blessing

Now he`s in the essence, my brother`s eternally resting

He used to envision ruling this industry

So I kept the dream alive and signed a contract with Penalty

Now I`m negociating deals over meals

Plus playing the game of fortune and fame by Bobby Steels

The gambino latino without Mossimo

In a hip hop casino, cooking albums I split `em like a kilo`

I`m trying to sell 900,000, move my moms out of public housing

Be in the yacht showroom browsing

Before my journey after life, I`ma get even for you

Your spirit lives inside my body and I`m breathing for you



(Because I`m breathing for you baby

Because I`m breathing for you baby, yeah, yeah

Because I`m breathing for you baby)

Before my journey after life, I`ma get even for you

(Breathing, cuz I`m breathing for you)

Your spirit lives inside my body and I`m breathing for you

(Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha

Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha

Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha)

I`m breathing for you, yes, I`m breathing for you

(Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha

Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha

Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha)

Before my journey after life, I`ma get even for you

Your spirit lives inside my body and I`m breathing for you

(Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha

Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha

Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha)

`96, lieutenant, Supreme and counted

* EP on Red Hook Records.



[Shabazz The Disciple]

Yo yo yo yo yo

When I was young I mad an oath and it was solemn

To scrape my way from being broke without hitting the Island

Me and my mans we juggled coke we used to get from hollering

And jealous brothers on the block they tried to give us problems and

I started you jaking jewels on the A train

Til they blew up my man`s praised in the change game

Yea, I remember that long ride through that dark tunnel

All I could remember is cucci`s head laying in the puddle

Keep hearing clicks from that empty barrel

Feeling my soul leave my body, am I in the air, getting narrower?

See up until that day my life was physical in my mental

Keep thinking I`m returning as the spiritual

It`s like I`m travelling the soul`s journey after death

I keep praising Allah that he sparred my breath

Me and my mans, we had plans to get grands

Drink champagne, they was slanging the game

And that`s a damn shame

Holding the tech and the firebomb

In `82`s back-staircase, bubbling and quoting Islam

Three in the morning, puffing L`s and drinking the VincTop

Scheming and thinking of a way to catch a Brink`s truck

Then all those times we sent you booking

And watching niggaz get their shit tooken

Facing drug charges for not looking

Cooking them grams of yayo, they didn`t play, yo

Then most rappers got out the game, then hey yo

Yo, when they murdered my main man, I was hurt

I`d go into their graves and bust some shots at the dirt

Some little thugs with a vision to count a bill

Cuz made brothers got their wigs peeled on Sugar Hill

In `87 weighing grams and splitting the prophets

Now in `96, I read the caron and study the projects

It`s like I`m living on the ground, my mind is haunted

Keep hearing whispers in the dark cuz my soul is wanted

Spiritual wounds never heal from a fast life

I ask Christ to forgive me for me past life

Spinning the wheel to get the fortune

Some brothers got banked up, locked up or ended up in a coffin

Red Hook was up, most of my mans with bullet wounds

At a young age, I never shot no one

But I know I`ma have the bullet soon

mad time I was surrounded by theft

Brothers, they would put up guns close to my head, no bullets left

Yo, I could still taste that steel from that double barrel

When brothers stuck me up under the building, my will got narrower

Stuck to the forehead, with two pistols, I saw red

If it was for Ra and Chuck, I would`ve ended up in the morgue dead

I never got the chance to return Ra`s blessing

Now he`s in the essence, my brother`s eternally resting

He used to envision ruling this industry

So I kept the dream alive and signed a contract with Penalty

Now I`m negociating deals over meals

Plus playing the game of fortune and fame by Bobby Steels

The gambino latino without Mossimo

In a hip hop casino, cooking albums I split `em like a kilo`

I`m trying to sell 900,000, move my moms out of public housing

Be in the yacht showroom browsing

Before my journey after life, I`ma get even for you

Your spirit lives inside my body and I`m breathing for you



(Because I`m breathing for you baby

Because I`m breathing for you baby, yeah, yeah

Because I`m breathing for you baby)

Before my journey after life, I`ma get even for you

(Breathing, cuz I`m breathing for you)

Your spirit lives inside my body and I`m breathing for you

(Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha

Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha

Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha)

I`m breathing for you, yes, I`m breathing for you

(Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha

Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha

Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha)

Before my journey after life, I`ma get even for you

Your spirit lives inside my body and I`m breathing for you

(Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha

Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha

Shabazz is breathing for you, ha, ha, ha, hi, hi, hi, ha)

`96, lieutenant, Supreme and counted

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