[Verse One - Pressure]
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 Hiphop 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 Hiphop almighty
We bless the microphone nightly
Open up the lyric from inside me
It`s our calling that`s why we say..
[Verse Two - Suffa]
This be calling, we could 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 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 Hiphop, 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]
[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]
