Let There Be Light

Yeah, check check, testing

Its clear out there? Yeah

Its like
Im hang gliding over the hood, ha

Never worry (ohhh, no, no, no)

Check, let there be light

No gang banging in New York tonight
Just murals of Biggie Smalls,
bigger then life
Turn up the kid mic cuz
yall aint listening right

Whats all this talk that Nas got bought?

Id rather outline my body in white chalk

Aint nobody been where I been,
they at a stand still
This is all overseen by my man Will
As I walk through the shadow of death
I know that
I aint got much time left
And they dont really wanna see the good in me
Aint 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 aint the glorified,
just painting the street picture
Theres no God in sir Bibles,
just blunt and switches
Gillettes cut pain in kitchen
Now every rapper wanna claim he
hang with Kenneth ＂Supreme＂ Griffith
Its like the same difference cept
when niggaz get arraigned
They dont want the same sentence,
niggaz get to snitchin
If I could reverse the monsters
and turn forward the razas
And bring back the niggaz who was livest
Old hustlers,
reminscing 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 Escos asking
What happened? My homegirl from upper Manhattan
She remembers the quarters thats Latin,
alotta rat-a-tat-tatting
This is all overseen by my man Will
As I walk through the shadow of death
I know that
I aint got much time left
And they dont really wanna see the good in me
Aint 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, Binzbos speaker terror
Till man I get mine till Im dead,
so I can drive sumpthin red
Like that horse standing on its hind legs
Since Arnold and Willis in they bunk beds
I wanted bread like Wonder,
not manned-a- wanno like the parent of Lionel
Nas is the Ghetto American Idol
No matter what you do
youre never getting my title
I cant sound smart cuz yallll run away
They say I aint hungry no more
and I dont talk about ye
Like theres no other way for a ex-hustler
Cake ya, the x-ray splitter to touch ya,
I beg to differ
When youre four years into the game,
we can have a conversation
Eight years in the game,
I invite ya on vacation
Tenyears in the game,
after Ive enjoyed my fame
Only then I let ya pick my brain, niggaz
(And I) Right about now (And I)
(They dont really know)
(And I) (They dont really see)

(No, no, no) We getting real right, ya know?
(And I)
That is Tre Williams ladies and gentlemen
(They should fear no)

(And I)

Focus on good things man,
good times, Heh-heh, alright
This is all overseen by my man Will
As I walk through the shadow of death
I know that
I aint got much time left
And they dont really wanna see the good in me
Aint satisfied until they see the fool in me
I know my business, so my sins great
I thank the hood for all the love they gave
Forgive em all,
they did they best to hate
Oh, let there be light
This is all overseen by my man Will
As I walk through the shadow of death
I know that
I aint got much time left
And they dont really wanna see the good in me
Aint 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

Let it be, let it be