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Lighthouse Family Hit Pac (Lighthouse Family) · The Very Best of Lighthouse Family (Lighthouse Family) · Lighthouse (Amity Dry) · Howard Rumsey's Lighthouse All-Stars, Vol. 3 (Howard Rumsey) · Howard Rumsey's Lighthouse All-Stars, Vol. 6 (Howard Rumsey) · At the Lighthouse (Joe Henderson) · Lighthouse '68 (The Crusaders) · Lighthouse (Nina Kraljic) · Stan Getz and the Lighthouse All-Stars Live (Stan Getz) · Lighthouse (Amity Dry) – and 90 other albums »


the Wisp
And this is The Last Light Radio
Your last beacon of truth and defiance

I've always started my shows by saying that: All ships lost in
are
To the d block, to anybody else whose our motherfucking family putting down an 
Album, we gon crush why'all motherfuckers
Well this one is
[Too $hort]
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is

Anything is possible try hard
It ain't
I was born and raised by the sea, Shy yet proud, 
Learned to stay away from the crowd 
In my home, my lighthouse
101 steps , round and down 
New
soldier shit
Keep on servin' 'em, 'cause you know we do work
Mashin'' in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me
I smooth grip, and hit up
every, master piece
Influenced by street tragedys
Got family, tried jackin me
Alotta fun that'll be...

(Chorus x2)

White postah, steak and lobster
Sautay
and the east, too, west coast
And the south ? did to II Tru
Proved that we was hard on Family Scriptures
Now, hit ya with this New Breed thang, settin' it off
true
We family and ain't a damn thing changed, unless it's you

So young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you weres ridin i went
So
The fact the only way a brother can survive the game
The block hard to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't
The fact the only way a brother can survive the game
The block hard to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't
blessin fiends
We the men of empty dreams

My every, master piece
Influenced by street tragedys
Got family, tried jackin me
A lotta fun that'll be...
an album, get classes

[Chorus]

Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
an album, get classes

(Chorus)

(Prodigy)
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B
B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns
The fact the only way a brother can survive the game
The block hard to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't
the mic
You get hit like a deer standin' still in the light
I'm spillin' it like, I ain't never had a meal in my life
Feed my family with my pen, it's so
a picture for an album cover
Goddamn, the shit's a trip, gee
Five different doctors with needles tryin to stick me
I hear my family hollerin he needs us
Durin
real. 
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. 
Said everybody
Shine. 
See'mon."

It's not luck that I'm sittin' here 
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
the year we been down
Ain't no way no how
This bullshit can't be true
We family
Ain't a damn thing changed
Unless its you!

We were so young
So full
can be true
We family and ain't a damn thing changed, unless it's you

So young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you weres ridin I
a west nigga
A midwest nigga
I'm the best nigga
Cause we the best niggas
From street team to GM
To VP
This ain't a crime family
This rap shit is
(yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album
This is Minister Metal Foot, treat a pedal like an earwig
And cook off by applyin' the same logic to the gearshift
Bird off prey circle, serf homes
really wanted to I make money off them
Block in the morning on the move by ten

I write them hits in my head
Don't need no time for paper and pen
I sell my
rushed thoughts etched in grief
To the City College deceased may you rest in peace
To the families, I never meant to cause no pain
I know the truth, but
finally got lucky
We saw 'em chillin' back, turned on the block hustlin'
Hit the lights, park, jumped out, walked
Crept down on 'em, let them AK's bark