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Verse One â 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 itâs 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 didnât slit my wrists I got the hip-hop stigmata.
You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from inside me,
Itâs our calling thatâs why we say,
You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from inside me,
Itâs our calling thatâs why we sayâ¦
Verse Two â Suffa
This be calling, we could never be fake,
Thanks to hip-hop I got a bed in every state,
And without it Iâd roam the city with no purpose,
Without the underground Iâm 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, Iâll wreck the set,
When heads check in retrospect, Iâll get respect
Cos I did what I was called to do,
Itâs 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
Iâll be on stage; Iâll never leave the rhyme alone.
You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from inside me,
Itâs our calling thatâs why we say,
You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from inside me,
Itâs our calling thatâs why we sayâ¦
Verse Three â Suffa & Pressure
Either weâre all out, or weâre all in,
And if we fall out, then weâre all falling,
Itâs the calling; itâs what I hear in my sleep,
Itâs that shiver up my spine when Iâm feeling the beat,
Itâs that fear of defeat, the need to better myself,
Itâs the culture; itâs not about spreading the wealth,
Itâs forgetting the time when youâre perfecting a rhyme,
Itâs every drop of sweat that I shed getting mine.
You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from inside me,
Itâs our calling thatâs why we say,
You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from inside me,
Itâs our calling thatâs why we sayâ¦
- Album:
- Drinking From The Sun, Walking Under Stars Restrung
- The Cold Night Sky Remix EP
- Walking Under Stars
- Record Store Day Sampler
- Drinking From the Sun
- State Of The Art
- The Hard Road
- Miscellaneous
- Beat the Drum (Live Concert Celebrating 40 Years of...
- Still Standing
- So Fresh: The Hits of Summer 2015
- The Light You Burned
- Drinking from the Sun (Deluxe Version)
- Shredding the Balloon
- The Calling (Deluxe Version)
- Rattling the Keys To the Kingdom
- I Love It
- The Calling
- The Good Life in the Sun
- Left Foot, Right Foot