Hilltop Hoodsthe Calling lyrics

pressure:

for many years i was seeking asylum

in the bleakest environment its rhyme possessed me where manny started

speaking retirement so whats the rose that your feeling of fashion

of yellin n trashin, for what its worth there was no quellin the pashion

in love was dead i`s wanted pace we get it luck`ll said

and so i polished my shit until my knuckles bled

treadin thin ice n all i caught were chills

sacrifices were appertisers mic just said a mills

its hand was mine silver plated till i made it expand

my mind i burnt my name into the sands of time

the rhyme gave me strength to less avail

get used to these backstabbers so now i sleep on a bed of nails

i never fail but turnin tides are moving too slow

i swept the depths of ever ocean just to prove i could flow

so from the cradle to the grave to table to holy fathers

where i didn`t slit my wrist i got the hiphop stigmata`s



chorus:

you`ve got to pray

to hiphop almighty

we bless the microphone nightly

open up the lyric from inside me

its our calling its what we say

you`ve got to pray/this is the calling



suffa:

we can never be fake

thanks to hiphop i got a bed in every state

and without it i`d roam the city with no purpose

without the underground ima clown without a circus

i flip verses your feeling me abilities

my currency with which i buy credibility

facilities were built, just to be torn down

till the wheels fall off and my pencils all worn down

to death comes to collect his debt or wreck the set

when heads checkin retrospect i`ll get respect

cuz i, did what i was told to do

its hiphop i did it all for you

we true to this got cloud on ta-tables getting played

we doing this without a label not getting paid

so from the cradle to the grave microphone to retirement home

i`ll be on stage, i`ll never leave the mic alone



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both:

because we all out, or we`re all in

and if we fall out then we will fall in

its the calling



its what i hear in my sleep, its the shiver up my spine when im feeling the beat

its the fear n defeat that needs a better myself



its the culture its not about spreading the wealth

its a gettin the time when your perfecting a rhyme



its every time i sweat that im shake it in minds



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