文本歌词

Stigmata (Explicit) - Ab-Soul/Action Bronson/Asaad
Aah
Yeah
Righteous man
Walk with me
Bear the burden
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah 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 ni**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
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
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Action bronson
From the
Fiery pits on some dead poets society sh*t sh*t
Here to bring you a variety mix aa ha
Grab my **** violently spit
'Cause I don't give a f**k
About the type of sh*t
Batty boys are on get your vaginas wet wet
And you shaking in your ballet shoes
At the restaurant we valet twos twos
Bad news news
Half moons on ten goons goons
Uh
On the four wheeler shredding up the sand dunes
Thats right
There's something wrong and that's quite clear
Quite clear
I smell deception in the night's air
Aaah
That sh*t is sweeter than a ripe pear
Aaa ha
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
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Stigmata yeah
From the burden my here
Asaad stigmata
Oh no no no
They didn't
'Cause these ain't bars these prisons
Walk with me
Every step but I take in these visvims
Real rare breed cut
From the cloth like
A phoenix feather when I write molotov
Ylikes
You seen them flowers bloom know that they grew
In despaira
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 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 is pain amongst all of the
Thriller thingsi 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