Is Your God A Dog Lyrics - He Got Game - Public Enemy

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 

And 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 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 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 playing hate like alligators 

Feels like a jungle inside where fish swim and 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 

Idols in the sky, look at how they die 

Right before your eyes, realise 

Is your Lord a God ? 

Or is your God a dog? 

Idols in the sky,look at how they die 

Right before your eyes, realise 

Is your Lord a God ? 

Or is your God a dog? 

Same league that defends be the same ones that do us in 

Spys, C.I.A , F.B.I and them suites up in that corporate sky 

Eye for an eye the target is the bad guy 

Heard the war is on from the announcin' 

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 off 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 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 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 die 

Right before your eyes, realise 

Is your Lord a God ? 

Or is your God a dog? 

Idols in the sky,look at how they die 

Right before your eyes, realise 

Is your Lord a God ? 

Or is your God a dog? 

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 shootouts verses those house negros 

Five bodies got on the shot clock runnin' down in the count 

Made the scoreboard rock the referees the L.A.P.D 

The L.V.P.D said they couldn't catch what they could not 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 was preyed on investigating 

And the winners be Interscope, UNI , Arista, BMG 

Lost in overtime the tombstone trophies for the people that cried 

And the rhymes that died, the beats that deceased 

May the best rest in peace 

Idols in the sky,look at how they die 

Right before your eyes, realise 

Is your Lord a God ? 

Or is your God a dog? 

Idols in the sky,look at how they die 

Right before your eyes, realise 

Is your Lord a God ? 

Or is your God a dog?