Public Enemy - Is Your God a Dog lyrics

Crosstown traffic, black to black
You shoulda seen her
Long and winding road to the arena
Crystal ball, I prophesized
What was on the horizon, forewarned y'all
Is it any wonder what kind
Of ground you goin' under
A September ender to March Madness, remember?
You never heard a murder, take it for example
Unsolved mystery, life lost in a funk sample
Enter the bandwagon, braggin' hangin' banners
Clearin' the way for younger
MC's and new hammers
What was criticized six years
Back is now back
In New York on the jersey, front and back
Feels like Tiger Woods got mad 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 and
Playa hating alligators
Feels like a jungle inside where
Fish swim and birds fly
A man got a tendency to die
Man falls to the hands of man
But damn if I ever try
To survive up at courtside
Four tickets to fly, rap or play ball
Do the game or duck that drive by
(Duck that down, G)

Idols in the sky, look at how they died
Right before your eyes, real lives
Is your lord a God (Say what?)
Or is your God a dog? (Say what?)
Idols in the sky, look at how they died
Right before your eyes, real lives
Is your lord a God (Say what?)
Or is your God a dog? (Say what?)

The same league that defends be the
Same ones that do us in
There's spies in the CIA and FBI
And them suites in that corporate sky
An eye for an eye
Ain't gonna target at 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 up in the chest
Worshiped on the wrong side of them TV sets
Had mad 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 booed the whole crew
In that corner, number one in the east
The peace cursed for life by
Mark of that beast
Raised by peeps, rode jeeps
And 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 them bones
Knew it be a matter of time, the play by play
Two main rappers slain, so let us pray

Idols in the sky, look at how they died
Right before your eyes, real lives
Is your lord a God (Say what?)
Or is your God a dog? (Say what?)
Idols in the sky, look at how they died
Right before your eyes, real lives
Is your lord a God (Say what?)
Or is your God a dog? (Say what?)

With all the gunnin', crowd goin' crazy
Gettin' bigger, proud to be called a bunch
Of bitches and niggas
The ghetto stage fulla field nigga goals
Hip-hop shoot-outs versus those house negroes
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 could not see (liar, liar)
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 was preyed on
Investigating, and the winners be
Interscope, UNI, Arista, and BMG
Lost in overtime
The tombstone trophies for people that cried
And the rhymes that died
And the beats that deceased
May the best rest in peace
(Peace, G) Rest in peace

Idols in the sky, look at how they died
Right before your eyes, real lives
Is your lord a God (Say what?)
Or is your God a dog? (Say what?)