The Calling

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

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..

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

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