Sudden Death (Interlude)

Virgin bitches, with rockin' clitches, gettin' riches



Snitchin' and trippin' your way into the here after



The devil carried the cross to Christ



On the back of a black angelic hood rat



On an anti low jack crack hat



I'm humble, but I'll rumble



With any given devil on any given level



But must I put into effect



And black caught [Incomprehensible]



No don't test me, checks from the ass to the throne



Grown, I'ma do it my way, oh, by the way, I don't play



So what you say about this lost and found, in lust but bound



To get the stacks from the last sex acts



Sack the Government tongue kissed the devils daughter



And sent native daughters to the slaughter



The last six chapters of an anti-nigga knock



Entitled, 'Life in the fast lane'



Like death, in the last lane



I live, until the day I die



I live, until the day I cry



I'm dead, the day I lie



I'm not takin' pay off's and lay off's



Knockin' G's off from the tip off



Less academic calories



Hope to make a high price salary



I got 40 acres to confiscate



I got a mule that can't wait to [Incomprehensible]



On who gets paid and who gets layed



And who gets saved and who gets sprayed



By burnt pale faces, fiends in high places



Faces and faces, chasin' traces and cases



And cases of case suits, gettin' loot



In a two piece multi national corporation noose



Around the neck of his pops



Got locked and dropped by a dirty cop, stop



Yeah, I got a attitude how do you figure



Am I supposed to be a nigga?



Am I supposed to be a nigga?



Am I supposed to be a nigga?



Am I supposed to be a nigga?