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 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
