Sudden Death (Interlude) - Public Enemy

Virgin b**ches 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
No don't test me checks from the a** 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-ni**a 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 ni**a
Am I supposed to be a ni**a
Am I supposed to be a ni**a
Am I supposed to be a ni**a