Verse 1

I gotta recite without the sentiment

Before I destroy without the detriment

Take notes without the pen engaged

Then court bars without the instrument

That’s my DS Arnott, line of duty flow

Triple-entendres, while I’m sitting in the Tundra plains

Sky high, looking for the king to reign

Soaking wet, you outpour on me

While I’m Richie Rich, Macauley Caulkin

Home alone, or black and white, like MJ in his prime time

As I’m watching every second pass

Back to the future, Fox with an MJ

Is it Michael Jordan, Mick Jagger or Marc Jacobs?

With all of the acres of space to plan it, Pharell, Neptunes call damage

Marked with an a star

Low grades, now I gotta a sad turn

Spinning with a chocolate flow

Mars bars sounding like Kinda Bueno, that’s a good day -

See the ripple effect with this ‘m and m’ flow, so crunchie –

But no bounty – the white inside is due to the light in my life

So don’t discount me

Compound with the right sound, when I’m down town

Renowned, I was so lost now I been found

Inbound with a new sound so we don’t drown

Never letting anybody down, king with a crown, woah

Heavenly father I know that you will never ever let me go

Lightwork, now I like work on a beat I go, woah

Bridge

They be thinking that it’s easy

Overflowing when I see seas

Been delivered I was cc’d

Head down like a handstand

Had me working on a grand plan

Never land like I’m in ‘Dam

Chorus

Shining loud (shining loud)

I gotta stay lit (I gotta stay lit)

Light of the world – stand out where the darkness sits

Lightwork, Lightwork

Lightwork, Lightwork

Lightwork, Lightwork

Lightwork, Lightwork

Shining loud (shining loud)

I gotta stay lit (I gotta stay lit)

Light of the world – stand out where the darkness sits

Lightwork, Lightwork

Lightwork, Lightwork

Lightwork, Lightwork

Lightwork, Lightwork

Verse 2

You hold my life in your hands, aye!

I know you over stand, aye!

Skipping through the valley of the shadow of death

With nine fives – with a golden plan, aye!

God was more than a man, aye!

And it was part of the plan

Cross carried on the back like a back-pack; they attack that

But the facts are the facts that…

I got the golden flow

That’s Eddie Murphy with an oriental young one, minus the skeptics

Skepta with a skipping rope, over the hate – in scope

Konichiwa for the greeting

Professing the faith, I want all the smoke