Blasphemy

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, It's a ten Bitch it's a ten Don't tell me who to offend Losin a few of my friends, yah I've been Booted from public events And it was all over something i said Cuz it was Blasphemy Never was lackin' audacity Point to a flaw in a fallacy Bred on a different mentality Committing that blasphemy Bet all the bull shit is passin Trust that you ain't seen the last of me Pray I don't end up like calvary Over some blasphemy Make it official, charge me with thinkin and put me in prison Serving a sentence for sentences written Shoulda known better than to have an opinion 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 cuz I know what you thinkin You just sayin shit for white people Nigga you ain't hangin wit 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 Cuz the pigs won't when your hands up and the pistol's At your fucking back Our hands up, police profilin' 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 tryna hear what they pay you to say Ain't nothin changed 10 to 1 wealth ratio yesterday, it's the same as today So go ahead, make a name for yourself, do what 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 Slavery, slavery, slavery. You dwell on the past, but lettin it go, that requires more bravery And last time i checked, they all in the grave or they in Mauritanie I'll pass on the check cuz 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 Coldman 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 toejam I'm an American, Omni-American I really don't GIVE a fuck about About the color of keratin, or who you fairer than Li had a Greek as my therapist I made this beat from a theremin sample? That ain't the shit i inherited From the culture that me or my parents lived And it's still G.A.S. like Sarin is. So I'm little bit evuncular All y'all could nibble all deez 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 Im in the business of new blasmephies I've taken for bullets for two magazines And backhanded shots at me like Agassi 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: blasphemy