Hilltop Hoods lyrics
Hilltop Hoods lyrics
"The Calling lyrics"
Skank lyrics
You keep telling me, What I have to do, What I have to say, Who I have to listen to. You dont know me, No one knows me. You dont know me, You dont want to. You're the ones who, keep me down. You're the ones who, give me the run-a-round. Why dont you do, something by yourself, Instead of bowing down, to somebody else. You say were free, you try to trick me
You keep telling me, What I have to do, What I have to say, Who I have to listen to. You dont know me, No one knows me. You dont know me, You dont want to. You're the ones who, keep me down. You're the ones who, give me the run-a-round. Why dont you do, something by yourself, Instead of bowing down, to somebody else. You say were free, you try to trick me
Verse 1 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 passion, Their love was dead, I was writing papes but getting fuck all said, So I polished my shit 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 movingAutumn lyricstoo 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 hip-hop stigmata. Chorus 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 hip-hop almighty, We bless the microphone nightly, Open up the lyric from inside me, It?s our calling that?s why we say? Verse 2 This be calling, we could never be fake, Thanks to hip-hop 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 credibilit
Herr - es ist ZeitDer Sommer war sehr gro?Leg deine Schatten auf die SonnenuhrenUnd auf den Fluren la? die Winde losBefiehl den letzten Fruchten voll zu seinGib ihnen noch zwei sudlichere TageDrange sie zur Vollendung hin und jageDie letzte Su?e in den schweren WeinWer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehrWer jetzt allein ist wird esWisdom lyrics, Facilities were built, just to be torn down, Till the wheels fall off, and my pencils all worn down, Till death 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 hip hop, 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. Chorus 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 hip-hop almighty, We bless the microphone nightly, Open up the lyric from inside me, It?s o
Another day is here to knock me down Another day I start it with a frown But I pull myself together I've got to find out what I'm supposed to do But I don't really have a clue Got a very narrow view A search for wisdom, it's not so easy to find A search for wisdom, never seem to end A search for wisdom, It's not so easy to find A search forThank You Louise lyricsur calling that?s why we say? 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. Chorus 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 hip-hop almighty, We bless the microphone nightly, Open up the lyric from inside me, It?s our calling that?s why we say?
Everyone, when she was young, They said she was the pretty one She's lovely now, just watch her as she goes Waiting for the birds to come She holds the hands of someone young Whose mother comes and she sees her and she smiles Thank you Louise Thank you Louise Mother of three Waiting in the check-out line The supermarket, Christ