Correction Lyrics With God by Ras Kass

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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
Y'all confuse celibrity with integrity, so I regretably, readily expose what's in the mirror
b*t*h n***a, 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 n***as is
Step &amp; fetch some recognition
Do we really like this sh*t? Or just victims of repetition?
If we record pitchin', they pickin' the least, most definitive
I don't follow trends, they purposefully try to limit his
Let's eliminate the label from the genre
Let the labels lactate fate in the form of karma
If you calmly disagree, the label you as a problem
I'mma be a thorn in their side til' they embalm him
God...

We walk with God!
Beware the com-pa-ny you keep
Been here to long!
Keep all their wickedness from me
Walk with God!
Keep all their wickedness from me

I was raised with respect, so I live by a code that was laid by the vets
When y’all n***as pay homage to your ancestors
When y’all n***as be honest, y’all let the man getcha
Tap Dancin’, Man-tannin’ &amp; spoon slappin’
Bandwaggonin’ &amp; hand slappin’ the grand dragon
I hate the fact that I was right when 10% of the weak sh*t is hoggin’ up the light
And why is it only poor n***as poorin’ up the Sprite
I survived the struggle. I’m blessed, driven &amp; humble
When I pour libations, I usually make it a double, yeah (Oooh Hoooooo!)
Cause I came from King T, i Emcee, I kill Rappers &amp; think backwards
So it’s like you’re f**ked
Catch fades between takes &amp; I’ll touch y’all up
Let’s loop the beat breaks, watch me f**k y’all up
That’s on God we trust, Xzibit

We walk with God!
Beware the com-pa-ny you keep
Been here to long!
Keep all their wickedness from me
Walk with God!
Keep all their wickedness from me

Word to the motherland, our future is backwards
Black shores, hijacked Moors became the crack whores
Rap off, what snitches gettin' stacks for
Marcus Garvey, Black Star polishing black bird
Only real ones come aboard, we don't wanna record
We accept Jee-sus like you love the Lord
Born again, like Jason Ultimatum
They can't control the prophesy, so they hate him
Under-rate him
I read the haters DNA verbatim (Whoo!)
Electrocute a n***a 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 sh*t, y’all repeat it like Jigaboos
You dumb n***a, you
Pain hit you like whips
Or the spindle do, then make your physical flip
Inventing more styles with more bows in this b*t*h

We walk with God!
Beware the com-pa-ny you keep
Been here to long!
Keep all their wickedness from me
Walk with God!
Keep all their wickedness from me

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