Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Calling, artist - Heimdall. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
The Calling |
| 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 and trashin for what its worth there was no quellin the passion |
| In love was dead I 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 |
| It’s hand was mine silver plated till i made it expand |
| Mmind 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 |
| You’ve got to pray |
| To hiphop almighty |
| We bless the microphone nightly |
| Open up the lyric from inside me |
| It’s our calling its what we say |
| You’ve got to pray/this is the calling |
| 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 |
| It’s 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 |
| You’ve got to pray |
| To hiphop almighty |
| We bless the microphone nightly |
| Open up the lyric from inside me |
| It’s our calling its what we say |
| You’ve got to pray/this is the calling |
| Because we all out or we’re all in |
| And if we fall out then we will fall in |
| It’s the calling |
| It’s what i hear in my sleep, its the shiver up my spine when im feeling the |
| beat |
| It’s the fear n defeat that needs a better myself |
| It’s the culture its not about spreading the wealth |
| It’s a gettin the time when your perfecting a rhyme |
| It’s every time i sweat that im shake it in minds |