The Calling-Hilltop Hoods

[00:19.448]For many years I was seeking asylum，in the bleakest environments， [00:22.635]Rhyme possessed me, while many started speaking retirement, [00:25.169]So as I rose they all fell in the fashion of yelling and trashing, [00:28.460]For what it’s worth there was no quelling the passion, [00:30.707]Their love was dead, [00:31.595]I was writing papes but getting **** all said, [00:33.371]So I polished my shit until my knuckles bled, [00:36.140]Treading thin ice and all I caught were chills, [00:38.178]Sacrifices were appetisers, mics instead of meals, [00:40.738]This hand was mine, so I played it until I made it expand my mind, [00:43.742]And burned my name into the sands of time, [00:45.936]Then rhyme gave me strength to less avail, [00:47.869]Got used to these backstabbers, so now I sleep on a bed of nails, [00:50.821]I never fail, but turning tides are moving too slow, [00:53.198]I swam the depths of every ocean just to prove I could flow, [00:55.706]So from the cradle to the grave, turntable to Holy Father, [00:58.397]I swear I didn’t slit my wrists I got the hip-hop stigmata. [01:00.983]You got to pray to hip-hop almighty, [01:04.326]We bless the microphone nightly, [01:06.834]Open up the lyric from inside me, [01:09.107]It’s our calling that’s why we say, [01:10.674]You got to pray to hip-hop almighty, [01:14.305]We bless the microphone nightly, [01:16.917]Open up the lyric from inside me, [01:19.216]It’s our calling that’s why we say… [01:21.202]This be calling, we could never be fake, [01:23.892]Thanks to hip-hop I got a bed in every state, [01:26.531]And without it I’d roam the city with no purpose, [01:29.300]Without the underground I’m a clown without circus, [01:32.251]I flip verses, you feeling me, abilities, [01:34.367]My currency with which I buy credibility, [01:36.980]Facilities were built, just to be torn down, [01:39.278]Till the wheels fall off, and my pencils all worn down, [01:42.465]Till death comes to collect his debt, [01:44.424]I’ll wreck the set, [01:45.417]When heads check in retrospect, [01:46.828]I’ll get respect [01:48.003]Cos I did what I was called to do, [01:50.119]It’s hip hop, I did it all for you [01:52.366]We true to this, got clout on turntables getting played, [01:54.847]We doing this without a label not getting payed [01:57.198]So from the cradle to the grave, microphone to retirement home [01:59.915]I’ll be on stage; [02:01.378]I’ll never leave the rhyme alone. [02:02.527]You got to pray to hip-hop almighty, [02:05.401]We bless the microphone nightly, [02:07.987]Open up the lyric from inside me, [02:10.260]It’s our calling that’s why we say, [02:12.140]You got to pray to hip-hop almighty, [02:15.745]We bless the microphone nightly, [02:18.331]Open up the lyric from inside me, [02:20.526]It’s our calling that’s why we say… [02:22.302]Either we’re all out, or we’re all in, [02:25.175]And if we fall out, then we’re all falling, [02:27.762]It’s the calling; it’s what I hear in my sleep, [02:30.374]It’s that shiver up my spine when I’m feeling the beat, [02:32.777]It’s that fear of defeat, the need to better myself, [02:35.311]It’s the culture; it’s not about spreading the wealth, [02:38.054]It’s forgetting the time when you’re perfecting a rhyme, [02:40.353]It’s every drop of sweat that I shed getting mine. [02:43.226]You got to pray to hip-hop almighty, [02:46.517]We bless the microphone nightly, [02:48.947]Open up the lyric from inside me, [02:51.193]It’s our calling that’s why we say, [02:53.074]You got to pray to hip-hop almighty, [02:56.679]We bless the microphone nightly, [02:59.161]Open up the lyric from inside me, [03:01.303]It’s our calling that’s why we say… [03:03.314]You got to pray