Lyrics With God (feat. Xzibit, Rass Kass & Brevi) - Xzibit , Locksmith , Brevi

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