Текст (слова) песни: Hilltop Hoods - The Calling

[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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» Hilltop Hoods - The Nosebleed Section
» Hilltop Hoods - The Calling
» Hilltop Hoods - Laying the Blame
» Hilltop Hoods - Walk On
» Hilltop Hoods - The Sentinel
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» Hilltop Hoods - Tomorrow Will Do
» Hilltop Hoods - Mic Felon
» Hilltop Hoods - Testimonial Year
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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Hilltop Hoods - The Calling [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] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Calling: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/107/1/2868.html Все тексты песен: Hilltop Hoods » Hilltop Hoods - The Certificate » Hilltop Hoods - Illusionary Lines » Hilltop Hoods - The Nosebleed Section » Hilltop Hoods - The Calling » Hilltop Hoods - Laying the Blame » Hilltop Hoods - Walk On » Hilltop Hoods - The Sentinel » Hilltop Hoods - Simmy and the Gravyspitter » Hilltop Hoods - Tomorrow Will Do » Hilltop Hoods - Mic Felon » Hilltop Hoods - Testimonial Year » Hilltop Hoods - Dumb Enough Рекомендуем скачать: » Fade and Joe - Faded Pictures » Freak Kitchen - Slap Me In The Face » Five - On Top Of The World » Fool`s Garden - Spirit of the Disappeared » Fool`s Garden - Emily » Foxy Brown - Chyna Whyte » Falco - Siebzehn Jahr` » frampton peter - feel like i do intro2 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » feit elissa - broken album \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Francis Cabrel - Edition Spйciale » Fate`s Warning - Epitaph » Flotsam And Jetsam - Greed » Fun Lovin Criminals - the scooby snacks \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Flans - No Soy Tan Fuerte » Freeway f O. Sparks - You Don`t Know (In the Ghetto) » Franz Ferdinand - Note from Moderator » Fish - What Colour is God? » Fragma - Toca`s miracle » Fate`s Warning - The Eleventh Hour » Fenix Tx - Flight 601 (All I`ve Got Is Time)
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