* 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