Is Your God A Dog Lyrics by Public Enemy

Is Your God A Dog Lyrics

    Crosstown traffic
    Black to black
    You should a seen 'er
    Long and winding road to the arena
    Crystal ball
    I prophesized
    What was on the horizon
    Forewarned yall
    Is it any wonder
    What kind of ground you goin under
    A september ender
    To march madness remember?
    You never heard a murder
    Take for example
    Unsolved mystery
    Life lost in a funk sample
    Enter the bandwagons
    Braggin hangin banners
    Clearin the way for younger mcs
    And new hammers
    What was criticized six years back
    Is now back
    With new york on the jersey front and back
    Feel like tiger woods
    Got madd goods
    Way up from the cheap seats
    Comin outta the hood
    Race to the black seats
    Amongst the wack seats
    Be the hardcore
    Alongside the deadbeats
    The world lookin on
    Like spectators
    At crucified gladiators
    Feels like a jungle inside
    Where fish swim birds fly
    Man got a tendency to die
    Man falls to the hands of man
    But damn if i'll ever try
    To survive at courtside
    Four tickets to fly
    Rap or play ball do the game
    Or duck the drive by

    Same league that defends
    Be the same ones that do us in
    Spys
    Cia - fbi
    And them suits in that
    Corporate sky
    Eye for an eye
    The target is the bad guy
    Heard the war is on
    From the announcer
    Bound to get the crowd
    Bouncin
    Yes and it counts and
    In this corner representin the
    Best in the west
    Died from four bullets
    Two in the chest
    Worshipped on the other side
    Of tv sets
    Had madd fans
    Comin outta both sex
    Sold, multi platinum
    Eight times gold
    But died of homicide
    Twenty five years old
    Heard he died in debt too
    I ain't seen a winner yet, you?
    The confused crowd boos
    The move__________
    In that corner
    Number one in the east
    The peace cursed for life
    By the mark of the beast
    Raised by peeps rode jeeps
    Deep in brooklyn beats
    Praised as a hero
    Who came up off the streets
    The crowd looks on
    Claimin sides they don't own
    A house built up on
    Their skulls and bones
    Knew it be a matter of time
    The play by play
    Two rappers slain
    Main
    So let us pray

    Wit all the gunnin
    Crowd goin crazy
    Gettin bigger
    Proud to be called a bunch
    Bitches and niggas
    The ghetto stage fulla
    Field nigga goals
    Hip hop shoot outs vs those house negros
    Five bodies got on the shot clock
    Runnin down in the count made
    The scoreboard rock
    The referees the lapd
    The lvpd
    Said they couldn't catch
    What they couldn't see
    Question
    Was it bigger than the names
    Not only in the game
    But the game behind the game
    Down to the remaining
    Seconds of this record
    Anatomy of a murder
    Intensity of a mystery
    Dead and gone
    As the heads looked on
    Helpless
    As the atmosphere preyed on
    Investigating
    And the winner be
    Interscope/uni arista/bmg
    Lost in overtime
    Da tombstone trophy for people that ______
    The rhymes that died
    Beats that deceased
    _____best
    Rest in peace

    Chorus
    Rainy days from stormy nights
    Though the stars shined
    Days were bright
    That was then this is now
    That was them this is how

    Rainy days from stormy nights
    Though the stars shined
    Days were bright
    Live and die by the sword
    Come playoff time
    Is your lord a god
    Or is your god a dog?

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