Let's Begin (feat. B.Keyz, Roc Marciano, RZA & Travis Mendes)

[Roc Marciano]

You already know how we came up

I'm saying it was a real pain in the butt

If there's paper to touch, you may just cut just scraping it up

Get your trachea cut and then escape in a truck

Smudge a lady makeup, bang the 380, wake the baby up

I just came for the weight like a gymnasium

I'm finna spray everything in my radius

Lately, my skin been looking radiant

The Mercedes is '80s sent

I have three 6's in my fade like Damian

I'd die before I let the jakes take me in

Babe, we everything we say we is (facts)

My stable of women couldn't fit in the stadium

They sayin' me and Jon Bellion we some aliens

And durags had us looking like Saudi Arabians

Your way miscellaneous, we some ladies men

It's Roc, Marcberg be the alias

Now let's begin

[Jon Bellion]

Was never focused on gettin' bigger, just gettin' better

That's why I keep gettin' bigger after every record

Said I got lucky, the last record that y'all was blessed with

Watch me give you sequels, I'm Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon

I let the talent speak volumes, that's why there's different levels

I stopped the flexin' on socials, corny shit to impress you

You get too famous, then everything in your life is stressful

There's a big difference 'tween being known and being successful

Great grandfather, an immigrant from the Naples district

Dirty Guinea crew in the cut, call that the true incision

My wife thicker than liquor soaked in Italian biscuits

Cookin' minestron' every Sunday, call that a superstition

I left LA just to cook in Brooklyn, the winter's reaper

I sleep in Timbs and a Yankee fitted, that's just for leisure

I'm really better than everybody pretends to be

So ask the label now, why the fuck would I want an urban feature?

"I love the song and we really wanna know how you made it"

Or I could keep all you wondering how we been creatin'

It's annoying when cameras catchin' your every statement

And I've had enough of these corny artists that replicate it

Champagne supernovas destroy the morning glory

I'd rather build an oasis sober and thrive at 40

Don't get me wrong, I've been celebrating the life before me

But I see the wisdom in moderation for certain stories

When you're afraid to hurt feelings, you water down the worth

I'm done pretending your record's great and I'm down to work

Plus, I'll be actress and mixed with sociopaths

And when I'm worried about being famous for being down to earth

I spoke with Yahweh, he told me Jesus crafted us in

Which means my brother's my brother, it don't matter the skin

America needs to watch how they treat His chosen people

But that's for deeper than surface records, now let's begin

[B.Keyz]

Now let's begin

Yeah

Now let's begin

[RZA]

Foot on the gas, foot on your neck

One mansion, others gasping for a breath

I'm unclassed, capital punishment blast back

What you tumblin', trash rappers who mumblin' for respect

I'm uncheckable, wide open, the foul technical

Go full press, I still glide like Clyde Drexler do

I'm done testin' two times over, I'll get the best of you

Better pay attention, two eyes open wide when I execute

And I been waiting so long that you asked for this

You try to give me your table scraps, I'ma give you my ass to kiss

I won't even wait for the death, you'll get faded right after this

A masochist who ready to face the masses like Catholics

And you can tell the whole school I'm prepped for the glory

In the presence of your professor, attendance is mandatory

With a weapon, freshman semester

You test the mess and get gory

I'm just here to kill the game, let the messenger tell the story

[B.Keyz]

Now let's begin

Now let's begin

[Travis Mendes]

Arms in the sky, I'm feeling angel high (high, high)

Funk got me sanctified (funk got me sanctified)

Sent to the light, come save your soul tonight

Funk got me sanctified (uh-huh, oh)

Funk got me sanctified (sanctified, uh-oh)

Funk got me sanctified (oh, oh)

Arms in the sky, I'm feeling angel high (arms in the sky, I'm feeling)

Funk got me sanctified (funk got me sanctified)

Sent to the light, come save your soul tonight

Funk got me sanctified (oh)