Righteous man
Walk with me
Bear the burden
Yo, yo, yo, no, no
Dont do you dare, cast one stone in air
Im cracking stone with bare hands, youre a mere man
I know my stoners here, all my visionaries
Shades in the night, thats a scary sight
Im never in the dark though, my squad the brightest circle
Watch with the internet alone I enlighten the whole globe
Thats 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
Ive been through a lot, I deserve a lot, this works fine
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
Id still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Im more than a man, Ive 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 Poets Society shit
Here to bring you a variety mix
Grab my dick, violently spit
Cause I dont give a fck about the type of shit
Batty boys are on, 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
Theres something wrong and thats quite clear
I smell deception in the nights 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
Id still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Im more than a man, Ive 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 didnt
Cause these aint 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 is pain amongst all of the thriller things
I 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 God
Read it, and will believe it
Then the rest of us will be embarrassed