Marc Moulin - Music is my husband lyrics

Motherf**er, you'd better break yourself My skin is my sin, look at my complexion Section 8, erection great Balls like Ru Paul and a big fat plank Get you higher than a spike lee joint See I'm a chicken hawk and I'm hunting chicken and watermelon It ain't nothing but hard time bailing Just got a misdomener 'Cause I got a deuce-five and I'm black as Sarafina Get the hell out Somalia, we didn't call y'all I can't wait till I can k** all y'all f** Reggie Denton and Jimmy Johnny Cochran Damn, I couldn't get close enough to sock him I plead guilty your honor 'Cause I dissed the pope more times than Sinead Oconnor Huh huh, cool, like bu*thead and Beavis Truer than the mack but I'm downer than he is And that police chief named Willie Can take his motherf**ing a** back to Philly Dropped a bomb on a crew named move Years ago, here's a hoe That's ready to stop me, they think I'm Khadafi Rolling in a six-tre jalopy They want to give me ten in the pen 'Cause I'm smelling like hen My skin is my sin My S K I N is my S I N (Burning our black skin) My S K I N is my S I N (Burning our black skin) I get around like 2Pac, just bought a new Glock And I want what you got So please give it up so I can live it up Just like the rich but I still eat grits I don't know karate But I can still beat the dog sh** out of Nazis You claim you want to put in work Plotting to blow up a church See, you devils are all the same You'll gun down a congregation in Jesus name Using me as a scapegoat, well cracker don't sleep Far from a goat, more like a black sheep Lamb of God and it's odd That Allah is a man that don't need a tan And you can't stand when I talk like that And why do black men have to walk like that? 'Cause we swing low like a chariot And now I got Harriet all on my dick 'Cause my shoe size is much bigger than a motherf**ing 10 My skin is my sin My S K I N is my S I N (Burning our black skin) My S K I N is my S I N (Burning our black skin) Who's that janky-a** n***a with last? Standing like A G, pissing on America's flag Dub c, the n***a from West side Westside maad circle bailing with a double barrel 'Cause uh, my skin is my sin And all I need is knowledge of self And ammunition is my best friend When it's time to roll n***a, we ain't calling on Jesus I'm calling mad dog for the 9 millimeters 'Cause I give the song with those pecker woods to the fullest And a b**h by the name of America's on it The same b**h that jacked my forefathers And the Indians took my motherf**ing religion Place a holy Bible in my hand, but for what? Like Jim Kelly said, you try to set me up? sh** I'm too slick for your lies in disguise When will you devils open your eyes and realize? Like Pepsi, n***as got a new generation And we don't want your American education Ain't no brain washing this way f** America, Tom Meztger, and KKK And to the cracker named J.B.Stoner Don't let me catch you on no corners I see you on TV talking more sh** But just like your punk-a** ancestors, yous a b**h Yous a b**h if I ever saw one Grand wizard bring your a** on imperial so we can get physical And watch God show and prove Not only mentally but physically the black man rules So run devil run, yous to best start running Because the n***as are coming, oh, the n***as are coming And ain't no way you gon' win 'Cause I come from a tribe of O.G.S and my skin is my sin My S K I N is my S I N (Burning our black skin) My S K I N is my S I N (Burning our black skin)