The Black Dog
Lyrics and Vocals by Emcee Lynx
Instrumental by Dub Cee of Working Classic, UK

I spit flows like slugs, kisses and hugs,
I rock conscious cats, backpackers and thugs
With militant metaphors, I’ma speak for my people
Work for my people, Fight for my people
Doin' everything I can to wake up my people
and one of these nights, I’ll probably die for my people
it’s cool though, I d much rather die for a cause
then live a long long life like I had locked jaws
so when I open my mouth, expect truth to come out
I stay awake nights writin, that’s why I’m looking strung out
and while I’m not the kinda cat to walk around with a gun out
I rarely pay for things, I just grab ‘em and I run out
Spun out, tired, runnin on adrenalin
leavin' MC’s gaspin, reaching for ventalin
my mental in focus, fuck hocus pocus
no tricks up my sleaves, cuz I was naked when I wrote this
quote this, smoke this, spread by osmosis
breath fire on the mic ‘cuz I spit halitosis

the black dog, it’s fae and faerie
I can hear it stalkin in the night watchin me
Runnin hard, but I know I can escape
I give it everything I’ve got and wait for my fate
The black dog, it’s fae and faerie
I can feel it’s body heat runnin right next to me
feelin lost like a ship at sea with no mast,
Walkin in the footsteps of my peoples past

Wrote this to communicate spread ideas,
Dub Cee on the Beat, ya’ll we’ve been doin’ this for years
Growing up broke as fuck, saw my mother shed tears
‘cuz she just couldn’t cope with the stress and the fears
mirrors, reflect back images and memories
get-rich-quick schemes, suckin’ off her energy
the remedy she couldn’t see, but her son found it
so I’m spittin revolution ‘cuz I’m sick of getting pounded
down.
so now my foes get clowned
livin life in the land of the lost I’ve found
religion is a drug in this sick society
so I sample many sources to bring variety
I’m a Taoist, Shinto, Buddhist, Pagan
D ruid on the mic, you’ll never see me go beggin’
back to the Christians, rock a Celtic cross
test my strength in the caber toss
I’m a Celt, I’m a Celt, opposite of a King
and I really don’t care about your ice or rings…..

the black dog....

[samples]
(a dog howls)
“good lord!” “What’s, what’s that?”
the great Black Beast!
Larger then any mortal hound, with it’s jaw dripping blood
(dog howls again)
good, good lord! Good lord! What’s that?!
The great black beast!
Large as a small lioness, the great jaws seemed to be dripping with a bluish flame
And the eyes ringed with fire!

‘cuz there’s a Black Dog runnin along the ley lines
hidden in the dark of night like land mines
deadly dangerous, it’s a smooth shape-shifter
hell hound on the ground, it’s determined to get ya
see it comin, an omen of doom and destruction
mankind's outa line with our natural functions
at this junction in time we walk a thin line
' tween hope and despair, and both are defined
by the movements we make and the methods we master
its “money, money makin!” – movin towards disaster
Pastors and Prophets, Kings and Cartels,
keep us locked up in line by threatenin Hell
I’m here to tell ya’ll, disregard the bullshit!
Jesus is DEAD, and we can handle this
On our own, no need for interventions
Priestcraft, power grabs, or divine pretensions!
Your attention, please! get up off your knees!
if we just stood up, we'd freeze their armies!

the black dog...