Lirik Lagu Breathing For You - Shabazz The Disciple
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* EP on Red Hook Records.
[Shabazz The Disciple]Yo yo yo yo yoWhen I was young I mad an oath and it was solemnTo scrape my way from being broke without hitting the IslandMe and my mans we juggled coke we used to get from holleringAnd jealous brothers on the block they tried to give us problems andI started you jaking jewels on the A trainTil they blew up my man's praised in the change gameYea, I remember that long ride through that dark tunnelAll I could remember is cucci's head laying in the puddleKeep hearing clicks from that empty barrelFeeling my soul leave my body, am I in the air, getting narrower?See up until that day my life was physical in my mentalKeep thinking I'm returning as the spiritualIt's like I'm travelling the soul's journey after deathI keep praising Allah that he sparred my breathMe and my mans, we had plans to get grandsDrink champagne, they was slanging the gameAnd that's a damn shameHolding the tech and the firebombIn '82's back-staircase, bubbling and quoting IslamThree in the morning, puffing L's and drinking the VincTopScheming and thinking of a way to catch a Brink's truckThen all those times we sent you bookingAnd watching niggaz get their shit tookenFacing drug charges for not lookingCooking them grams of yayo, they didn't play, yoThen most rappers got out the game, then hey yoYo, when they murdered my main man, I was hurtI'd go into their graves and bust some shots at the dirtSome little thugs with a vision to count a billCuz made brothers got their wigs peeled on Sugar HillIn '87 weighing grams and splitting the prophetsNow in '96, I read the caron and study the proj
[Shabazz The Disciple]Yo yo yo yo yoWhen I was young I mad an oath and it was solemnTo scrape my way from being broke without hitting the IslandMe and my mans we juggled coke we used to get from holleringAnd jealous brothers on the block they tried to give us problems andI started you jaking jewels on the A trainTil they blew up my man's praised in the change gameYea, I remember that long ride through that dark tunnelAll I could remember is cucci's head laying in the puddleKeep hearing clicks from that empty barrelFeeling my soul leave my body, am I in the air, getting narrower?See up until that day my life was physical in my mentalKeep thinking I'm returning as the spiritualIt's like I'm travelling the soul's journey after deathI keep praising Allah that he sparred my breathMe and my mans, we had plans to get grandsDrink champagne, they was slanging the gameAnd that's a damn shameHolding the tech and the firebombIn '82's back-staircase, bubbling and quoting IslamThree in the morning, puffing L's and drinking the VincTopScheming and thinking of a way to catch a Brink's truckThen all those times we sent you bookingAnd watching niggaz get their shit tookenFacing drug charges for not lookingCooking them grams of yayo, they didn't play, yoThen most rappers got out the game, then hey yoYo, when they murdered my main man, I was hurtI'd go into their graves and bust some shots at the dirtSome little thugs with a vision to count a billCuz made brothers got their wigs peeled on Sugar HillIn '87 weighing grams and splitting the prophetsNow in '96, I read the caron and study the proj
