With God lyrics - Locksmith, Xzibit & Ras Kass (feat. Brevi)

 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