The Calling (Live)
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For many years I was seeking asylum
In the bleakest environment's
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 paper's 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 burnt 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, turn table to Holy Father
I swear I didn't 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
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
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
'Til the wheels fall off
And my pencils all worn down
'Til death comes to collect his debt I'll wreck the set
When heads check in retrospect I'll get respect
'Cause 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 turn table's 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 (what)
I'll never leave the mic alone
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
Either we're all out
Or we're all in
And if we fall out
Then we're all fallin'
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
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
You got to pray
In the bleakest environment's
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 paper's 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 burnt 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, turn table to Holy Father
I swear I didn't 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
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
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
'Til the wheels fall off
And my pencils all worn down
'Til death comes to collect his debt I'll wreck the set
When heads check in retrospect I'll get respect
'Cause 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 turn table's 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 (what)
I'll never leave the mic alone
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
Either we're all out
Or we're all in
And if we fall out
Then we're all fallin'
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
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
You got to pray
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:20.85] For many years I was seeking asylum
[00:22.74] In the bleakest environment's
[00:23.90] Rhyme possessed me, while many started speaking retirement
[00:26.49] So as I rose they all fell in the fashion of yelling and trashing
[00:29.62] For what it's worth there was no quelling the passion
[00:31.98] Their love was dead
[00:32.95] I was writing paper's but getting fuck all said
[00:34.92] So I polished my shit until my knuckles bled
[00:37.42] Treading thin ice and all I caught were chills
[00:39.52] Sacrifices were appetisers
[00:40.89] Mics instead of meals
[00:42.07] This hand was mine
[00:43.15] So I played it until I made it expand my mind
[00:45.14] And burnt my name into the sands of time
[00:47.01] Then rhyme gave me strength to less avail
[00:49.15] Got used to these backstabbers, so now I sleep on a bed of nails
[00:51.90] I never fail, but turning tides are moving too slow
[00:54.48] I swam the depths of every ocean just to prove I could flow
[00:57.06] So from the cradle to the grave, turn table to Holy Father
[00:59.78] I swear I didn't slit my wrists I got the hip-hop stigmata
[01:02.44] You got to pray to hip-hop almighty
[01:05.58] We bless the microphone nightly
[01:07.92] Open up the lyric from inside me
[01:10.25] It's our calling that's why we say
[01:12.16] You got to pray to hip-hop almighty
[01:15.61] We bless the microphone nightly
[01:18.25] Open up the lyric from inside me
[01:20.45] It's our calling that's why we say
[01:22.33] This be calling
[01:23.68] We could never be fake
[01:25.34] Thanks to hip-hop I got a bed in every state
[01:28.09] And without it I'd roam the city with no purpose
[01:30.62] Without the underground
[01:31.84] I'm a clown without circus
[01:33.58] I flip verses, you feeling me, abilities
[01:35.65] My currency with which I buy credibility
[01:38.33] Facilities were built
[01:39.53] Just to be torn down
[01:40.78] 'Til the wheels fall off
[01:41.95] And my pencils all worn down
[01:43.65] 'Til death comes to collect his debt I'll wreck the set
[01:45.67] When heads check in retrospect I'll get respect
[01:49.02] 'Cause I did what I was called to do
[01:51.21] It's hip-hop, I did it all for you
[01:53.51] We true to this, got clout on turn table's getting played
[01:56.24] We doing this without a label not getting payed
[01:58.66] So from the cradle to the grave microphone to retirement home
[02:01.22] I'll be on stage (what)
[02:02.42] I'll never leave the mic alone
[02:03.53] You got to pray to hip-hop almighty
[02:06.51] We bless the microphone nightly
[02:09.37] Open up the lyric from inside me
[02:11.42] It's our calling that's why we say
[02:13.33] You got to pray to hip-hop almighty
[02:16.93] We bless the microphone nightly
[02:19.48] Open up the lyric from inside me
[02:21.75] It's our calling that's why we say
[02:23.79] Either we're all out
[02:25.34] Or we're all in
[02:26.59] And if we fall out
[02:27.77] Then we're all fallin'
[02:29.28] It's the calling
[02:30.28] It's what I hear in my sleep
[02:31.50] It's that shiver up my spine when I'm feeling the beat
[02:34.14] It's that fear of defeat
[02:35.47] The need to better myself
[02:36.76] It's the culture it's not about spreading the wealth
[02:39.36] It's forgetting the time when you're perfecting a rhyme
[02:41.91] It's every drop of sweat that I shed getting mine
[02:44.34] You got to pray to hip-hop almighty
[02:47.72] We bless the microphone nightly
[02:50.07] Open up the lyric from inside me
[02:52.31] It's our calling that's why we say
[02:54.35] You got to pray to hip-hop almighty
[02:57.78] We bless the microphone nightly
[03:00.13] Open up the lyric from inside me
[03:02.59] It's our calling that's why we say
[03:04.35] You got to pray
[03:04.95]
[00:22.74] In the bleakest environment's
[00:23.90] Rhyme possessed me, while many started speaking retirement
[00:26.49] So as I rose they all fell in the fashion of yelling and trashing
[00:29.62] For what it's worth there was no quelling the passion
[00:31.98] Their love was dead
[00:32.95] I was writing paper's but getting fuck all said
[00:34.92] So I polished my shit until my knuckles bled
[00:37.42] Treading thin ice and all I caught were chills
[00:39.52] Sacrifices were appetisers
[00:40.89] Mics instead of meals
[00:42.07] This hand was mine
[00:43.15] So I played it until I made it expand my mind
[00:45.14] And burnt my name into the sands of time
[00:47.01] Then rhyme gave me strength to less avail
[00:49.15] Got used to these backstabbers, so now I sleep on a bed of nails
[00:51.90] I never fail, but turning tides are moving too slow
[00:54.48] I swam the depths of every ocean just to prove I could flow
[00:57.06] So from the cradle to the grave, turn table to Holy Father
[00:59.78] I swear I didn't slit my wrists I got the hip-hop stigmata
[01:02.44] You got to pray to hip-hop almighty
[01:05.58] We bless the microphone nightly
[01:07.92] Open up the lyric from inside me
[01:10.25] It's our calling that's why we say
[01:12.16] You got to pray to hip-hop almighty
[01:15.61] We bless the microphone nightly
[01:18.25] Open up the lyric from inside me
[01:20.45] It's our calling that's why we say
[01:22.33] This be calling
[01:23.68] We could never be fake
[01:25.34] Thanks to hip-hop I got a bed in every state
[01:28.09] And without it I'd roam the city with no purpose
[01:30.62] Without the underground
[01:31.84] I'm a clown without circus
[01:33.58] I flip verses, you feeling me, abilities
[01:35.65] My currency with which I buy credibility
[01:38.33] Facilities were built
[01:39.53] Just to be torn down
[01:40.78] 'Til the wheels fall off
[01:41.95] And my pencils all worn down
[01:43.65] 'Til death comes to collect his debt I'll wreck the set
[01:45.67] When heads check in retrospect I'll get respect
[01:49.02] 'Cause I did what I was called to do
[01:51.21] It's hip-hop, I did it all for you
[01:53.51] We true to this, got clout on turn table's getting played
[01:56.24] We doing this without a label not getting payed
[01:58.66] So from the cradle to the grave microphone to retirement home
[02:01.22] I'll be on stage (what)
[02:02.42] I'll never leave the mic alone
[02:03.53] You got to pray to hip-hop almighty
[02:06.51] We bless the microphone nightly
[02:09.37] Open up the lyric from inside me
[02:11.42] It's our calling that's why we say
[02:13.33] You got to pray to hip-hop almighty
[02:16.93] We bless the microphone nightly
[02:19.48] Open up the lyric from inside me
[02:21.75] It's our calling that's why we say
[02:23.79] Either we're all out
[02:25.34] Or we're all in
[02:26.59] And if we fall out
[02:27.77] Then we're all fallin'
[02:29.28] It's the calling
[02:30.28] It's what I hear in my sleep
[02:31.50] It's that shiver up my spine when I'm feeling the beat
[02:34.14] It's that fear of defeat
[02:35.47] The need to better myself
[02:36.76] It's the culture it's not about spreading the wealth
[02:39.36] It's forgetting the time when you're perfecting a rhyme
[02:41.91] It's every drop of sweat that I shed getting mine
[02:44.34] You got to pray to hip-hop almighty
[02:47.72] We bless the microphone nightly
[02:50.07] Open up the lyric from inside me
[02:52.31] It's our calling that's why we say
[02:54.35] You got to pray to hip-hop almighty
[02:57.78] We bless the microphone nightly
[03:00.13] Open up the lyric from inside me
[03:02.59] It's our calling that's why we say
[03:04.35] You got to pray
[03:04.95]