Public Enemy — Is Your God a Dog

[Verse 1] 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!) [Hook] 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?) [Verse 2] 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 [Hook] 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?) [Verse 3] 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 [scratching] [Hook] 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?)