Let There Be Light - Nas, Tre Williams

Yeah, check check, testing

It’s clear out there, yeah

It’s like I’m hang glidin' over the hood, ha

Never worry (ohhh, no, no, no)

Check, let there be light

No gang bangin' in New York tonight

Just murals of Biggie Smalls, bigger than life

Turn up the kid mic ‘cause ya’ll ain’t listenin' 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 of the 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 know my business, so my sins great

And 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 to glorify, just painting a street picture

There’s no guidance or Bibles, just blunts and swishers

Gillettes cut 'caine in kitchen

Now every rapper wanna claim he hang with Kenneth «Supreme» McGriff, and

It’s like the same difference except when niggas get arraigned

They don’t want the same sentence, niggas get to snitchin

If I could reverse demises and turn falls to rises

And bring back the niggas 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 through the maze

New York, set trippin' and flaggin'

Got the West Coast laughin'

Now Esco’s askin', «What happened?»

My homegirl from upper Manhattan;

she remembers the quarters that’s Latin,

a lot of rat-a-tat-tattin'

As I walk through the valley of the 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 know my business, so my sins great

And 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, TEC wearer

Bullets and baguettes, Benz Bose Speaker Terror

Deman I get mine till I’m dead, so I can drive somethin' red

Like that horse standing on it’s hind legs

Since Arnold and Willis in they bunk beds

I wanted bread like Wonder

Not Ned the Wino 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, ‘cause y’all will 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 getter, the ex-wig splitter to touch you, 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 you pick my brain, niggas

Right about now (They don’t really know)

(They don’t really see)

I don’t even deal with all that garbage

(No, no, no) We getting real right, you know?

(Though I walk through the valley)

That is Tre Williams, ladies and gentlemen

(They should fear no) (no, no-oh)

Focus on good things, man, good times, heh-heh, alright

As I walk through the valley of the 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 know my business, so my sins great

And 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 of the 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 know my business, so my sins great

And 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