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Nas - Let There Be Light - текст песни, видео

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Nas - Let There Be Light - текст песни, видео

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Yeah, check check, testing 
It's clear out there? Yeah 
It's like I'm hang gliding over the hood, ha 
Never worry (ohhh, no, no, no) 

[Verse 1] 
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 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 

[Chorus: Tre Williams] 
As I walk through 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) 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 

[Verse 2] 
This ain't the glorified, just painting the street picture 
There's 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 
It's like the same difference cept when niggaz get arraigned 
They don't 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 Esco's asking 
What happened? My homegirl from upper Manhattan 
She remembers the quarters that's Latin, alotta rat-a-tat-tatting 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3] 
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 parent 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 ya on vacation 
Ten years in the game, after I've enjoyed my fame 
Only then I let ya pick my brain, niggaz 

[Bridge: Nas + (Tre Williams)] 
(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-oh) 
Focus on good things man, good times, Heh-heh, alright 

[Chorus - 2X (with alterations)] 

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