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Shabazz The Discipline Other

Yo, I was in the game And when you dealing with all that death? Sometimes spirits come back and haunt you My life, sometimes, be haunted, by my memories

man, yo, man, check this shit out, I got some shit for the radio, man, I'm ready to fucking hit it) [Sample] "Brother, brother, brother" [Shabazz The Disciple

[Chorus x2] Yo god, I'm tryin to stack and get a castle Cook lyrical keys in the lab Bag 'em on two inch plates, DATs too Organized rime, time is money

You know, you done real good, not to say anything to the man." [Chorus: Shabazz The Disciple] Boyakah! Boyakah! I leave your brains on the fuckin curb

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

the sound of the trumpets, blowing across the heavens It's calm -- prepare, for the storm, of the seven Shabazz, the Disciple, the holy, exalter Condemning