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With God Lyrics - Artist : Ras Kass
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 |
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