Sudden Death (Interlude)

[Verse 1: Professor Griff]

Virgin bitches with rockin' clitches, gettin' riches

Snitchin' and trippin' your way into the here at

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 ???

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 callories

Hope to make a high price salary

I got 40 acres to comphiscate

I got a mule that can't wait to ???

On who gets paid

And who gets laid

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!

I got an 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?