Rhyme Asylum - Life Support lyrics

[Verse 1: Skirmish] It's funny how I fell in love from my first 'yo' Blood, sweat, tears in every verse wrote With every word spoke But ill do this music if I earn dough or I was dirt broke [‘Lyrical Exercise'] But people respect the grind more than they respect the rhymes We make sure the names of all the heads that died Will always be kept alive And [‘How long will they mourn me?'] - Everyday until the end of time Look at the legacy they left behind And [‘One Love'] to the lyricists that still exist Coz I couldn't picture this [‘It was all a dream'] before it was thoughts I'd see When I close my eyes and fall asleep but now I'm living it This rapping sh** ain't a pa**ing phase Cos the habit is hard to break I can't escape [Verse 2: Psiklone] I put my soul in every rhyme that I write ['Big L Rest In Peace'] - cos [‘Ripping mics is the light of my life'] Been fed up and my stomach is cramped The scene has practically vanished but my hunger is back Cla**ics are haphazard All I see backpackers, wack rappers, black adders and backstabbers As if that matters When we're out laying the ground breaking foundations like jack hammers Miss ripping ciphers and open mics It's a lifestyle - we rock our clothes oversized Inspired as an adolescent By Roc Raida on cross faders scratching battle weapons It's my pa**ion - banging the beats From DJs to B-boys and the graff on the streets [This is hip-hop] music's inner vision Bringing you back to ‘boom bap' fused with super-lyricism [Verse 3: Possessed] Still a fan of this sh** far from marital bliss But I'ma stick with it till I'm carried by six What happened to Em what happened to Bis? Will I be the next rapper to slip [Crazy] No better way of expressing myself See there's Hip-Hop, then there's everything else We go against the grain change the game (And we) pave the way while you stay the same So pay homage The difference is we give to this Hip-Hop sh** not take from it Every word in the pad every verse every track Work ‘till the verge of collapse Never, turning my back my life is Hip-Hop Live breathe spit bleed and die for Hip-Hop How much time is left? Hip-Hops not dead, its dying, and this here its final breath