Stigmata
Ab-Soul, Asaad, Action Bronson
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Righteous man Walk with me Bear the burden Yo, yo, yo, no, no Don't do you dare, cast one stone in air I'm cracking stone with bear hands, you're a mere man I know all my stoners here, all my visionaries Shades in the night, that's a scary sight I'm never in the dark though, my squad the brightest circle Watch with the internet alone I enlighten the whole globe That's iTunes from a nigga with astigmatism I got it from my moms, thank you Steve Jobs You took my grandpa job and you gave me a job Not just a physical but digital way of displaying my rhymes And making these kind people pay a fine I've been through a lot, I deserve a lot, this work's fine I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses I'm more than a man, I've been died and rose again Left these holes in my hands, so you know who I am Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata Yawk-yawk-yawk-yawk Stigamata, stigmata, stigmata From the fiery pits, on some Dead Poet's Society shit Here to bring you a variety mix Grab my dick, violently spit Cause I don't give a f*ck about the type of shit Batty boys are wrong, get your vaginas wet And you shaking in your ballet shoes At the restaurant we valet twos, bad news Half moons on ten goons, uh On the four wheeler shredding up the sand dunes There's something wrong and that's quite clear I smell deception in the night's air That shit is sweeter than a ripe pear For your love, I cut my right ear I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses I'm more than a man, I've been died and rose again Left these holes in my hands, so you know who I am Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata Yawk-yawk-yawk-yawk Stigamata, stigmata, stigmata Oh no, no, no they didn't Cause these ain't bars, these prisons Walk with me, every step I take in these Visvims Real rare breed, cut from the cloth like A phoenix feather when I write, molotov, yikes! You seen them flowers bloom, know that they grew in despair A blessing in disguise, nobody knew it was there My crown has been made, I just had to put it on Now I spread my wings and let the bird of dawning sing its song And when my grandpa died I broke down and cried But still I am more than a man, I am a God Sweetest still is pain amongst all of the thriller things I been through enough and so I need all of the iller things One of these days some simple soul will pick up the Book of God Read it, and will believe it Then the rest of us will be embarrassed
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Written by: Arian Asllani, Herbert Anthony Stevens IV
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