Let There Be Light

Yeah, check check, testing

It's clear out there? Yeah

It's like I'm hang gliding over the hood

Never worry, no, no, oh, no

Check, let there be light

No gang banging in New York tonight

Just murals of Biggie Smalls, bigger than life

Turn up the kid mic 'cuz ya'll ain't listening right

What's all this talk that Nas got bought?

I'd rather outline my body in white chalk

Ain't nobody been where I been, they at a stand still

This is all overseen by my man Will

As I walk through the valley, shadow of death

I know that I ain't got much time left

And they don't really wanna see the good in me

Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me

And I, I know my business, so my sins great

And I, I thank the hood for all the love they gave

And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate

Oh, let there be light

This ain't the glorified, just painting the street picture

There's no God in sir Bibles, just blunt and switches

Gillette's cut pain in kitchen, now every rapper wanna claim

He hang with Kenneth "Supreme" Griffith

It's like the same difference 'cept when **** get arraigned

They don't want the same sentence, **** get to snitchin'

If I could reverse the monsters and turn forward the razas

And bring back the **** who was livest

Old hustlers, reminiscing on better days

They home, doing nothing, might as well be in a cage

Hating on young brothers, one foot in the grave

They used to love us till we found our own way thru the maze

New York, set trippin' and flaggin'

Got the West Coast laughing, now Esco's asking

What happened? My homegirl from upper Manhattan

She remembers the quarters that's Latin, a lotta rat-a-tat-tatting

As I walk through the valley, shadow of death

I know that I ain't got much time left

And they don't really wanna see the good in me

Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me

And I, I know my business, so my sins great

And I, I thank the hood for all the love they gave

And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate

Oh, let there be light

The son of the audio cassette era, tech wearer

Bullets and begets, Binzbo's speaker terror

Till man I get mine till I'm dead, so I can drive sumpthin' red

Like that horse standing on it's hind legs

Since Arnold and Willis in they bunk beds, I wanted bread like Wonder

Not manned-a-wanno like the parents of Lionel

Nas is the Ghetto American Idol

No matter what you do you're never getting my title

I can't sound smart' cuz ya'll'll run away

They say I ain't hungry no more and I don't talk about 'ye

Like there's no other way for a ex-hustler

Cake ya, the X-ray splitter to touch ya, I beg to differ

When you're four years into the game, we can have a conversation

Eight years in the game, I invite you on vacation

Ten years in the game, after I've enjoyed my fame

Only then I let ya pick my brain

And I, right about now

And I, they don't really know

And I, they don't really see, I don't even deal with all that garbage

No, no, no, we getting real right, ya know?

And I, though I walk through the valley

That is Tre Williams ladies and gentlemen

And I, they should fear no

And I, no, no, focus on good things man, good times, alright

As I walk through the valley shadow of death

I know that I ain't got much time left

And they don't really wanna see the good in me

Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me

And I, I know my business, so my sins great

And I, I thank the hood for all the love they gave

And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate

Oh, let there be light

As I walk through the valley shadow of death

I know that I ain't got much time left

And they don't really wanna see the good in me

Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me

And I, I know my business, so my sins great

And I, I thank the hood for all the love they gave

And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate

Oh, let there be light

Oh, let it be, let it be, yeah, yeah

Let it be, let it be