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?