[00:19.448]For many years I was seeking asylum，in the bleakest environments，
[00:22.635]Rhyme possessed me, while many started speaking retirement,
[00:25.169]So as I rose they all fell in the fashion of yelling and trashing,
[00:28.460]For what it’s worth there was no quelling the passion,
[00:30.707]Their love was dead,
[00:31.595]I was writing papes but getting **** all said,
[00:33.371]So I polished my **** until my knuckles bled,
[00:36.140]Treading thin ice and all I caught were chills,
[00:38.178]Sacrifices were appetisers, mics instead of meals,
[00:40.738]This hand was mine, so I played it until I made it expand my mind,
[00:43.742]And burned my name into the sands of time,
[00:45.936]Then rhyme gave me strength to less avail,
[00:47.869]Got used to these backstabbers, so now I sleep on a bed of nails,
[00:50.821]I never fail, but turning tides are moving too slow,
[00:53.198]I swam the depths of every ocean just to prove I could flow,
[00:55.706]So from the cradle to the grave, turntable to Holy Father,
[00:58.397]I swear I didn’t slit my wrists I got the hip-hop stigmata.
[01:00.983]You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
[01:04.326]We bless the microphone nightly,
[01:06.834]Open up the lyric from inside me,
[01:09.107]It’s our calling that’s why we say,
[01:10.674]You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
[01:14.305]We bless the microphone nightly,
[01:16.917]Open up the lyric from inside me,
[01:19.216]It’s our calling that’s why we say…
[01:21.202]This be calling, we could never be fake,
[01:23.892]Thanks to hip-hop I got a bed in every state,
[01:26.531]And without it I’d roam the city with no purpose,
[01:29.300]Without the underground I’m a clown without circus,
[01:32.251]I flip verses, you feeling me, abilities,
[01:34.367]My currency with which I buy credibility,
[01:36.980]Facilities were built, just to be torn down,
[01:39.278]Till the wheels fall off, and my pencils all worn down,
[01:42.465]Till death comes to collect his debt,
[01:44.424]I’ll wreck the set,
[01:45.417]When heads check in retrospect,
[01:46.828]I’ll get respect
[01:48.003]Cos I did what I was called to do,
[01:50.119]It’s hip hop, I did it all for you
[01:52.366]We true to this, got clout on turntables getting played,
[01:54.847]We doing this without a label not getting payed
[01:57.198]So from the cradle to the grave, microphone to retirement home
[01:59.915]I’ll be on stage;
[02:01.378]I’ll never leave the rhyme alone.
[02:02.527]You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
[02:05.401]We bless the microphone nightly,
[02:07.987]Open up the lyric from inside me,
[02:10.260]It’s our calling that’s why we say,
[02:12.140]You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
[02:15.745]We bless the microphone nightly,
[02:18.331]Open up the lyric from inside me,
[02:20.526]It’s our calling that’s why we say…
[02:22.302]Either we’re all out, or we’re all in,
[02:25.175]And if we fall out, then we’re all falling,
[02:27.762]It’s the calling; it’s what I hear in my sleep,
[02:30.374]It’s that shiver up my spine when I’m feeling the beat,
[02:32.777]It’s that fear of defeat, the need to better myself,
[02:35.311]It’s the culture; it’s not about spreading the wealth,
[02:38.054]It’s forgetting the time when you’re perfecting a rhyme,
[02:40.353]It’s every drop of sweat that I shed getting mine.
[02:43.226]You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
[02:46.517]We bless the microphone nightly,
[02:48.947]Open up the lyric from inside me,
[02:51.193]It’s our calling that’s why we say,
[02:53.074]You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
[02:56.679]We bless the microphone nightly,
[02:59.161]Open up the lyric from inside me,
[03:01.303]It’s our calling that’s why we say…
[03:03.314]You got to pray