Lyrics:
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
tonight Ice T!!Who else?
Evil's on the cuts,Henry Gee's shot gun
Islam's my producer,Bambattas son
Bronx Style Bob's cold watchin' my back
Melle Mel's just
a monster...
I'm alive!
Against the gods and reason
You bring me back to life from the dead
Assembled pieces one by one
Can you hear my heartbeats?
On that night
Oh people, come gather round
I'm gonna tell you how it all went down
Oh people, go tell your friends
That Alexander Henry is alive again
Take a walk
I get by,
It's still a rugged risk,
The way this old Ford
Keep a hitting and a miss.
Last week when I was driving
On my way to school,
I almost got
that'll lay you out like a piece of linoleum
Bring who-ever you want, we 'bout to bug son and bounce
Down to Henry Hudson, after I bust one
Yo, Mos Def
a messenger left
One dead messenger, yup
My pen is Henry Kissinger, Buzz Bissinger
Look, my capo regime is to no redeem
And my oldest son I made Saleem out
The paper read "Murder, black-on-black murder"
Paper read "Murder, black-on-black murder" again
This is to the memory of Danroy Henry
Too much enemy fire
Choose the sword, and you will join me
Choose the ball, and you join your mother, in death
You don't understand my words, but you must choose
bring you to your bonnie lass
In fifty-two the hunger took us by surprise
Water fell into my mother's crying eyes
We wailed just like a dove in
True villain
Face covered, driving gloves
Commit by my lonely when push comes to shove
They say that grown men lay on they prey
Took shorts in the street
Detroit City, then pay attention. I'm about to sing your song son.
Well, I'm not a man appointed judge
To bear ill-will and hold a grudge
But I think
on the wrist that can put you on the list, get a quick brip brip, guarentee we wont miss
I have to go, I have to blow, look at my son, my pot of Gold
Lost
My name is Reginald Lafayette Bullock (Thomas/Mack). Son of cnnie Marie Bullock-Pompey and son of a father whom I've never met, cllen Mack. On my
plunge, shipwrecked
Go get your homework done, down to the books you’re spine is not enough inflected
But oh, by the way, said my father before being
to hear me see me
True villain
Face covered, driving gloves
Commit by my lonely when push comes to shove
They say that grown men lay on they prey
Took
Choose the sword, and you will join me
Choose the ball, and you join your mother, in death
You don't understand my words, but you must choose
melt
OG stripes up under my belt
Do it by myself, I don’t need no help
5-9 Hoover, nigga, hat to the left
Big Henry, bitch – nobody else
Ten toes down,
I'm my daddy son but I can't give my daddy that title
Like a fall from heaven, I am legend landing in fire
When it rains it pours, the way it seem
glow in me
It's the manic, run the point like Mike Bibby
The son of Henry, with the last minute entry
Y'all hangin on my balls, tea-baggin like Tetley
You know my steez, fuck American greed
Rage Against The Machine
John Henry mixed with Bruce Banner with two hammers on this long road to financial
like am praying then my thoughts slowly said it believed
What you waiting for?
If you were in my shoes right now
I'll search for Angel Henry
The light is
ravished by the seductress death...
[The Scion of the Storms:]
Dethroned 'ere Atlantis fell, haunted by a dark queen's curse,
My son's soul shackled by
gettin encouraged by my cousin
Tryna imitate my dressing but them goofies look like stuffing
Heart turning black I had to get it out the cauldron
I
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