Stigmata (feat. Action Bronson & Asaad)

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 **** with a stigmatism

I got if 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

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

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 will be in bear