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AB-SOUL : Stigmata lyrics

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

AB-SOUL lyrics : "Stigmata"

ft. Action Bronson & Asaad

Walk with me

Bear the burden
Yo, yo, yo, no, no
Donâ??t do you dare, cast one stone in air

Iâ??m cracking stone with bear hands, youâ??re a mere man
I know all my stoners here, all my visionaries
Shades in the night, thatâ??s a scary sight

Iâ??m never in the dark though, my squad the brightest circle
Watch with the internet alone I enlighten the whole globe
Thatâ??s iTunes from a ^!$$% 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
Iâ??ve been through a lot, I deserve a lot, this workâ??s fine
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion

Iâ??d still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Iâ??m more than a man, Iâ??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 Poetâ??s Society %#@!
Here to bring you a variety mix
Grab my dick, violently spit

Cause I donâ??t give a $#&@ about the type of %#@!
Batty boys are wrong, get your ##&*%$s 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

Thereâ??s something wrong and thatâ??s quite clear
I smell deception in the nightâ??s air
That %#@! is sweeter than a ripe pear

For your love, I cut my right ear
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
Iâ??d still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses

Iâ??m more than a man, Iâ??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 didnâ??t

Cause these ainâ??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 my song
And when my grandpa died I broke down and cried

But still I am more than a man I am a God
Sweetest .. pain amongst all of the thriller things
I been through enough so I need all of the illest 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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