With God

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