Текст песни Roc Marciano, The Alchemist - Stigmata

Yeah, what’s goin’ on? What’s good, sweetie?
No doubt, nice to meet you, the pleasure’s all yours
Oh, I know
Pimpire, ho
You know, been inspirin’ these donkeys for a motherfuckin’ decade straight
You know what I mean? This shit don’t mean nothin’ to me though

I’ll get you set, I’m that nig (That nig)
What you figured? I bought in and my hand got big
I peep what you did, but that shit ain’t knock me off my square (I seen that shit)
Wear the flares, these red pair with the tears (Rock ’em)
Ice a necklace for every shedded tear, had to flood a Patek, man (Cryin’)
I done went my fair share, this a chandelier on my left hand
New F&N with the yam (Uh)
I stepped on the grams, the only thing missin’ was the hammer pants (You can’t touch this)
Fix your act, kid, I’m a handyman (Fix you)
Apparently, I’m mechanically advanced, minus the hand transplants (Uh)
At first glance, they thought my band was Duran Duran
But why rant?
What man could check me? I’m like Durant
Got tramps like I ran the bunny ranch
I’m no motherfuckin’ Huggy Bear
The hammer rusty
Polish power, Ivan Putski
Steel vagina, iron pussy
You good and sweet, you should be on a cookie sheet
I’m not an easy book to read (Not)
That’s what you get for playin’ hooky
Come in my hood if you thinkin’ it’s chivalry
You assume it’s a movie where dues be
Catchin’ bullets from the Uzi with your teeth
Who you think you beatin’, Bruce Lee?
The three hit your seed in the booster seat
Wake you up early like when the rooster scream
We was just shootin’ a breeze, goin’ through the routine
Like two teens playin’ Call of Duty, but all of these is real toolies (All ’em)
The road was hard, but that was Allah groomin’ me
When you have true inner beauty, no man can remove your jewelry
No matter how keen the ingenuity (Facts)
Denim two G’s, goofy, these ain’t Nudie Jeans
My dookie don’t even stink (No)
Might leave you with your zucchini baked
The front page of the news reads, “Houdini escapes” (Voila)
Free from chains (Free)
The Jesus piece on the Cuban link, this is freezing rain
Over these freaks, I’ve been given free reign (Woo)
Nigga, that’s free game (That’s free game, nigga)
Go ‘head, feed your brain