Enemy Public Is Your God A Dog Lyrics

Is Your God A Dog Lyrics

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