Hilltop Hoods Hilltop Hoods-the Calling Lyrics

Hilltop Hoods-the 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







chorus







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







chorus