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[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]
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