Ab-Soul, Action Bronson, Asaad - Stigmata lyrics

Righteous man walk with me
Bear the burden, yo

No, no, don't do you dare
Cast one stone in air
I'm cracking stone with bare hands
You're a mere man
I know 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
Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata
(yawk-yawk, yawk-yawk)
Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata
Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata
Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata
Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata
(yawk-yawk, yawk-yawk)
Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata
Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata

From the fiery pit's
On some Dead Poets Society shit
Here to bring you a variety mix
Grab my dick, violently spit
Cause I don't give a fuck
About the type of shit batty boys are on
Get your vaginas wet
And you shaking in your ballet shoes
At the restaurant we valet twos, bad news
(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 (uh)
That shit is sweeter than a ripe pear
(uh huh) 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
Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata
(yawk-yawk, yawk-yawk)
Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata
Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata
Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata
Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata
(yawk-yawk, yawk-yawk)
Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata
Stigmata, 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 had been made
I just had to put it on
Now I spread my wings and let the
Bird of dawning sing it's song
And when my grandpa died I
Broke down and cried
But still I am more than a man, I am a God
Sweetest 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 embarr- BEEP