My Skin Is My Sin

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 Somolia, we didn't call y'all I can't wait till I can kill all y'all Fuck 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 O'Connor Huh huh, cool, like Butthead and Beavis Truer than the Mack but I'm downer than he is And that police chief named Willie Can take his motherfucking ass 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" I Get Around like Tupac, 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 shit 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 motherfucking 10 My skin is my sin My S-K-I-N is my S-I-N ("Burning our black skin") Who's that janky-ass nigga with last? Standing like a G pissing on America's flag Dub C, the nigga from Westside Westide 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 nigga, we ain't calling on Jesus I'm calling Mad Dog for the 9 millimeters Cause I give the song with those peckerwoods to the fullest And a bitch by the name of America's on it The same bitch that jacked my forefathers And the Indians took my motherfucking religion Place a holy Bible in my hand, but for what? Like Jim Kelly said, "You try to set me up?" Shit... I'm too slick for your lies in disguise When will you devils open your eyes and realize? Like Pepsi, niggas got a new generation And we don't want your American education Ain't no brain washing this way Fuck 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 shit But just like your punk-ass anscestors, you's a bitch You's a bitch if I ever saw one Grand Wizard bring your ass 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, you's to best start running Because the niggas are coming, oh, the niggas 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")