Locksmith, Brevi, Ras Kass, Xzibit - With God lyrics

Beware the company that you keep (God)

I was raised in a different era (What?)
The set of values that y'all use could
Never pair us (yeah)
Y'all confuse celebrity with integrity
So I regrettably
Readily expose what's in the mirror
Bitch nigga, what the bidness is?
Fake rappers do more damage than
Any minstrel did
Now the fairer skin has been peppered in
The era ends they done got better at coonin'
Than most these niggas is (Damn)
Step and fetch some recognition
Do we really like this shit
Or just victims of repetition?
If we record pitchin', they
Pickin' the least, most definitive
(Nah) i don't follow trends
They purposefully try to limit his
Let's eliminate the label from the genre
(yeah) let the labels lactate fate in
The form of karma (What?)
If you calmly disagree then they
Label you as a problem (Uh)
I'ma be a thorn in they
Side 'til they embalm him, god

We walk with God beware the company you keep
Been here too long
Keep all their wickedness from me

Woah, oh oh, ohh ohh
Woah, oh oh, ohh ohh ohh ohh

I was raised with respect
So I live by a code that was laid by the vets
When y'all niggas pay homage
To your ancestors
When y'all niggas be honest
You let the man get ya
Tap Dancin', man tannin' and spoon slappin'
Bandwagonin' and hand slappin'
The grand dragon
I hate the fact that I was right
When ten percent of the weak shit
Is hoggin' up the light
And why it's only poor niggas
Pourin' up the Sprite?
I survived the struggle, I'm blessed
Driven and humble
When I pour libations, I usually
Make it a double, yeah
(Ooh ooh) 'Cause I came from King T
I emcee, I kill rappers and think backwards
So it's like you're fucked
Catch fakes between takes and
I'll touch y'all up
Let's loop the beat breaks
Watch me fuck y'all up
That's on God we trust, Xzibit

We walk with God beware the company you keep
Been here too long
Keep all their wickedness from me

Woah, oh oh, ohh ohh
Woah, oh oh, ohh ohh ohh ohh

'Murica to the motherland
Our future is backwards black shores
Hijacked Moors became the crack whores
Rap offs, what snitches gettin' stacks for?
Marcus Garvey, Black Star
Pilot the Blackbird
Only real ones come aboard
We don't want accord
We accept Jesus like you love the Lord
Born again, like Jason Ultimatum
They can't control the prophesy
So they hate him underrate him
I read the haters DNA verbatim (Whoo)
Electrocute a nigga like Raiden
This is called rap
Y'all sayin' we too lyrical?
That's like making square basketballs
Not spherical (Facts)
Master say some dumb shit
Get repeated by jigaboos
You dumb nigga, you, pen hit you like whips
Or the spindle do
Then make your physical flip
Inventing more styles with more
Bows in this bitch

We walk with God beware the company you keep
Been here too long
Keep all their wickedness from me

Walk with God
Keep all their wickedness from me
Woah, oh oh, ohh ohh
Woah, oh oh, ohh ohh ohh ohh
Woah, oh oh, ohh ohh
Woah, oh oh, ohh ohh ohh ohh