[Verse 1]
Back with the pen
Took a sabbatical, at it again
Look at my attitude after they called me a Tom
And Rae called me a coon, its a ten
Bitch, its a ten
Don’t tell me who to offend
Losin' a few of my friends
Yeah, I've been booted from public events
And it was all over something I said
'Cause it was

[Chorus]
Blasphemy
Never was lackin' audacity
Point to a flaw in a fallacy
Bred on a different mentality
Committing that blasphemy
Bet all the bullshit is passin' me
Trust that you ain't seen the last of me
Pray I don't end up like Calvary
Over some blasphemy

[Verse 2]
Make it official
Charge me with thinking and put me in prison
Serving a sentence for sentences written
Shoulda known better than havin' opinions
Got about 100K of my minions
I could lose half, still fill up a building
With a few extra to spare like Michelin
Lemme stop there 'cause I know what you thinkin'
[Verse 3]
You just sayin' shit for white people
N***a, you ain’t hangin with the right people
Bruh, I bet they keep you on a tight leash
Before they bring you out so you could fight people
Lemme school you like Boy Q with the bucket hat
Drop yo’ fuckin Uncle Ruckus act
Stop forgetting that you fucking Black
'Cause the pigs won’t when your hands up
And the pistol’s at your fucking back
Our hands up for these white coppers
Your hands out for these Koch dollars
And that ain’t half of it
This shit don’t stay in the past does it
We built the nation from scratch, honey
And we still ain’t seen the cash from it
So get out the way
Ain't ’t tryna hear what they pay you to say
Ain't ’t nothin changed
Ten-to-one wealth ratio yesterday, it’s the same as today
So go ahead, make a name for yourself
Do what you gotta do for the fame and the wealth
I’ll say it backwards, you an out and a sell
Fact is you ain’t nothing but a cracker in stealth

[Verse 4]
Slavery, slavery, slavery
You dwell on the past
But letting it go, that requires more bravery
And last time I checked, they all in the grave or they in Mauritania
I'll pass on the check 'cause for my lowest fee
Uncle Sam couldn't pay for me
I feel with my heart, but think with my head
Mix up the parts and we'll all end up dead
Race is a fake idea, put it to bed
Ain't no debate I said what I said
And my name is my name
Coldxman
I got love for the world in my soul, man
I am black, I am white, I am all man
We all stuck in between like toe jam
I'm an American, omni-American
I really don't give a fuck about the color of keratin
Or who you fairer than
I had a Greek as my therapist
I made this beat from a theremin
That ain't the shit I inherited
From the culture that me or my parents lived
And it's still gas like sarin is
So, I'm little bit avuncular
All y'all could nibble these nuts, ya heard?
I'm unapologetically from the burbs
But like Apostle Paul, I bring The Word
I'm in the business of brute facts, you see
I'm in the business of new blasphemies
I've taken four bullets for two magazines
And backhanded shots at me like Agassi
[Interlude]
Chill, chill, chill, chill
He was presumptive, but he still has the right to speak

[Verse 5]
Like I need your permission
All of you trippin'
All of you blinded by colorful vision
All of the stories you tell are too simple
Y’all heard of Floyd, but y'all ain't heard of Timpa
I don't fear gettin' shot by a cop
I fear my mind gettin' brainwashed by a mob
I fear a right getting made from coupled wrongs
I fear what I call truth y'all gonna call

[Chorus]
Blasphemy
Never was lackin' audacity
Point to a flaw in a fallacy
Bred on a different mentality
Committing that blasphemy
Bet all the bullshit is passin' me
Trust that you ain't seen the last of me
Pray I don't end up like Calvary
Over some blasphemy