Tytuł: Is Your God A Dog

• Wykonawca: Public Enemy
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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?