Suffa - The Calling lyrics

[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 pa**ion Their love was dead, I was writing papes but getting f** all said So I polished my sh** 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 [Hook] 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 d**h 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 [Hook] [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 [Hook]