Stigmata Lyrics - Ab-soul

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 fuck 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