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PUBLIC ENEMY lyrics : "Is Your God A Dog"

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

(*##$es and ^!$$%s
The ghetto stage fulla
Field ^!$$% 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 cried
The rhymes that died
Beats that deceased
May the 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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