Hilltop Hoods lyrics

Hilltop Hoods lyrics

"The Calling lyrics"

Lady Jane lyrics
My sweet Lady Jane When I see you again Your servant am I And will humbly remain Just heed this plea my love On bended knees my love I pledge myself to Lady Jane My dear Lady Anne I've done what I can I must take my leave For promised I am This play is run my love Your time has come my love I've pledged my troth to Lady Jane Oh my sweet Marie I wait
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 moving 
You're The Inspiration lyrics
You know our love was meant to be the kind of love that lasts forever. And I want you here with me from tonight until the end of time. You should know everywhere I go Always on my mind in my heart in my soul baby. You're the meaning in my life you're the inspiration. You bring feeling to my life you're the inspiration. Wanna have you near me I wanna have
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 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
One Last Goodbye lyrics
How I needed you How I bleed now you're gone In my dreams I can see you But I awake so alone I know you didn't want to leave Your heart yearned to stay But the strength I always loved in you Finally gave way Somehow I knew you would leave me this way Somehow I knew you could never stay And in the early morning light After a silent peaceful night You too
, 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
Better Be Good To Me lyrics
A PRISONER OF YOUR LOVE ENTANGLED IN YOUR WEB HOT WHISPERS IN THE NIGHT I`M CAPTURED BY YOUR SPELL CAPTURED OH YES I`M TOUCHED BY THIS SHOW OF EMOTION SHOULD I BE FRACTURED BY YOUR LACK OF DEVOTION SHOULD I, SHOULD I OH YOU BETTER BE GOOD TO ME THAT`S HOW IT`S GOT TO BE NOW CAUSE I DON`T HAVE NO USE FOR WHAT YOU LOOSELY CALL THE TRUTH OH
ur 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?