[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