* 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 proj
