for many years i was seeking asylum in the bleakest environment its rhyme possessed me where manny started speaking retirement so whats the rose that your feeling of fashion of yellin n trashin, for what its worth there was no quellin the pashion in love was dead i's wanted pace we get it luck'll said and so i polished my shit until my knuckles bled treadin thin ice n all i caught were chills sacrifices were appertisers mic just said a mills its hand was mine silver plated till i made it expand my mind i burnt my name into the sands of time the rhyme gave me strength to less avail get used to these backstabbers so now i sleep on a bed of nails i never fail but turnin tides are moving too slow i swept the depths of ever ocean just to prove i could flow so from the cradle to the grave to table to holy fathers where i didn't slit my wrist i got the hiphop stigmata's chorus: you've got to pray to hiphop almighty we bless the microphone nightly open up the lyric from inside me its our calling its what we say you've got to pray/this is the calling suffa: we can 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 ima clown without a circus i flip verses your 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 to death comes to collect his debt or wreck the set when heads checkin retrospect i'll get respect cuz i, did what i was told to do its hiphop i did it all for you we true to this got cloud on ta-tables getting played we doing this without a label not getting paid so from the cradle to the grave microphone to retirement home i'll be on stage, i'll never leave the mic alone chorus both: because we all out, or we're all in and if we fall out then we will fall in its the calling its what i hear in my sleep, its the shiver up my spine when im feeling the beat its the fear n defeat that needs a better myself its the culture its not about spreading the wealth its a gettin the time when your perfecting a rhyme its every time i sweat that im shake it in minds chorus