Nas, Tre Williams - Let There Be Light lyrics

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)

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