The Calling by Hilltop Hoods
The Calling lyrics
Verse 1
For many years I was seeking asylum, in the bleakest environments,
Rhyme possessed me, while many started speaking retirement,
So as I rose they all fell in the fashion of yelling and trashing,
For what it�s worth there was no quelling the passion,
Their love was dead, I was writing papes but getting fuck all said,
So I polished my shit until my knuckles bled,
Treading thin ice and all I caught were chills,
Sacrifices were appetisers, mics instead of meals,
This hand was mine, so I played it until I made it expand my mind,
And burned my name into the sands of time,
Then rhyme gave me strength to less avail,
Got used to these backstabbers, so now I sleep on a bed of nails,
I never fail, but turning tides are moving too slow,
I swam the depths of every ocean just to prove I could flow,
So from the cradle to the grave, turntable to Holy Father,
I swear I didn�t slit my wrists I got the hip-hop stigmata.
Chorus
You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from inside me,
It�s our calling that�s why we say,
You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from inside me,
It�s our calling that�s why we say�
Verse 2
This be calling, we could never be fake,
Thanks to hip-hop I got a bed in every state,
And without it I�d roam the city with no purpose,
Without the underground I�m a clown without circus,
I flip verses, you 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,
Till death comes to collect his debt, I�ll wreck the set,
When heads check in retrospect, I�ll get respect
Cos I did what I was called to do,
It�s hip hop, I did it all for you
We true to this, got clout on turntables getting played,
We doing this without a label not getting payed
So from the cradle to the grave, microphone to retirement home
I�ll be on stage; I�ll never leave the rhyme alone.
Chorus
You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from inside me,
It�s our calling that�s why we say,
You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from inside me,
It�s our calling that�s why we say�
Verse Three � Suffa & Pressure
Either we�re all out, or we�re all in,
And if we fall out, then we�re all falling,
It�s the calling; it�s what I hear in my sleep,
It�s that shiver up my spine when I�m feeling the beat,
It�s that fear of defeat, the need to better myself,
It�s the culture; it�s not about spreading the wealth,
It�s forgetting the time when you�re perfecting a rhyme,
It�s every drop of sweat that I shed getting mine.
Chorus
You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from inside me,
It�s our calling that�s why we say,
You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from inside me,
It�s our calling that�s why we say�
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