Rhyme Asylum - Life Support lyrics

It’s funny how I fell in
Love with my first YO
Blood, sweat, tears in every verse wrote
With every word spoke but I’ll do this music
If I'll earn dough or I was dirt broke
Lyrical exercise but people respect the grind
More than they respect the rhymes
We make sure the names of
All the heads that died
Will always be kept alive and how
Long will they mourn me?
Everyday until the end of time
Look at the legacy they left behind
The one love to the
Lyricists that still exist
Cause, I couldn’t picture this
(It was all a dream)
Before it was thoughts i'd seen
When I close my eyes and fall
Asleep but now I’m living it
This rapping shit ain’t a passing phase
Cause the habit is hard to break
I can’t escape scratching

I put my soul in every rhyme that I write
(Big L rest in peace)
Cause ripping mics is the light of my life
I’ve been fed up and my stomach is cramped
The scene has practically vanished but
My hunger is back
And classics are haphazard, all
I see is backpackers, whack rappers
Black hatters and backstabbers as
If that matters
When we’re out laying the ground
Breaking foundations like jackhammers
Miss ripping ciphers at open mics
It’s a lifestyle
We rock our clothes oversized
Inspired as an adolescent
By Roc Raida on cross faiders
Scratching with battle weapons
It’s my passion, banging the beats
For DJs and b-boys and the
Graff on the streets
This is hop hop music’s in the vision
Bringing you back to boombap
Fused with super-lyricism

I’m still a fan of this
Shit far from marital bliss
But, I’mma stick with it till
I’m carried by six
What happened to Em? What happened to bis
Will I be the next rapper to slip? (crazy)
No better way of expressing myself
See there’s hip hop then
There’s everything else
We go against the grain, change the game
And we pave the way while you stay the same
So pay homage, the difference is
We give to this hip hop shit
Not take from it every word in the pad
Every verse every track
Word till the verge of collapse
Never turning my back, my life is hip hop
Live, breathe, spit, bleed
And die for hip hop
How much time is left? Hip hop’s not dead
It’s dying
And this here is it's final breath