Ab-Soul - Stigmata Lyrics
[Intro: Ab-Soul]Righteous manWalk with meBear the burden[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]Yo, yo, yo, no, noDon't do you dare, cast one stone in airI'm cracking stone with bare hands, you're a mere manI know my stoners here, all my visionariesShades in the night, that's a scary sightI'm never in the dark though, my squad the brightest circleWatch with the internet alone I enlighten the whole globeThat's iTunes from a nigga with astigmatismI got it from my moms, thank you Steve JobsYou took my grandpa job and you gave me a jobNot just a physical but digital way of displaying my rhymesAnd making these kind people pay a fineI've been through a lot, I deserve a lot, this work's fine[Hook:]I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortionI'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horsesI'm more than a man, I've been died and rose againLeft these holes in my hands, so you know who I amStigmata, stigmata, stigmataYawk-Yawk-Yawk-YawkStigamata, stigmata, stigmata[Verse 2: Bronson]From the fiery pits, on some Dead Poet's Society shitHere to bring you a variety mixGrab my dick, violently spitCause I don't give a ***** about the type of shitBatty boys are on, get your vaginas wetAnd you shaking in your ballet shoesAt the restaurant we valet twos, bad newsHalf moons on ten goons, uhOn the four wheeler shredding up the sand dunesThere's something wrong and that's quite clearI smell deception in the night's airThat shit is sweeter than a ripe pearFor your love, I cut my right ear[Hook:]I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortionI'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horsesI'm more than a man, I've been died and rose againLeft these holes in my hands, so you know who I amStigmata, stigmata, stigmataYawk-Yawk-Yawk-YawkStigamata, stigmata, stigmata[Verse 3: Asaad]Oh no, no, no they didn'tCause these ain't bars, these prisonsWalk with me, every step I take in these VisvimsReal rare breed, cut from the cloth likeA phoenix feather when I write, molotov, yikes!You seen them flowers bloom, know that they grew in despairA blessing in disguise, nobody knew it was thereMy crown has been made, I just had to put it onNow I spread my wings and let the bird of dawning sing its songAnd when my grandpa died I broke down and criedBut still I am more than a man, I am a GodSweetest is pain amongst all of the thriller thingsI been through enough and so I need all of the iller things[Outro:]One of these days some simple soul will pick up the Book of GodRead it, and will believe itThen the rest of us will be embarrassed
