Roots

Roots - Sacrafice (live On BBC Radio One's Worldwide Show With Giles Peterson) lyrics

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[Verse One: Black Thought]<br />

Listen, I got you phobic off of this like arachnids<br />

Drastic, it ain't plastic it's Pro-Blackness<br />

Grown man tactics, no pediatrics<br />

the kind of track that make the comeback miraculous<br />

the catalyst, Thought with the knack for splashin'<br />

I'm dashin' I mastered the craft of mashin'<br />

The level-headed throughbred, the female's passion<br />

Mag-netic attraction be keepin' them askin'<br />

The crews in the Cadillacs with the Pendergrassin' <br />

Swerve half-naked, won't come near crashin'<br />

But if I go to heaven, would y'all know my name<br />

or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh?<br />

Clap for you freedom dog, that's what's happening<br />

My spit take critical political action<br />

The hustle is a puzzle each piece is a fraction<br />

And every word that's understood is a transaction<br />

I'm an S.P. soldier, microphone holder<br />

Rep Philly set from Bolivia to Boulder<br />

Paris, France to Tip and Tioga<br />

How we gonna make it through the dark, I show ya<br />

[Chorus: Black Thought & Nelly Furtado]<br />

I tell you one lesson I learned<br />

If you want to reach something in life<br />

You ain't gonna get it unless<br />

You give a little bit of sacrifice<br />

Ooohh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry<br />

You need a heart that's filled with music<br />

If you use it you can fly<br />

If you want to be high<br />

[Verse Two: Black Thought]<br />

Listen, yo kick off your shoes, jump off the jock<br />

I fly higher than them dudes, from off your block<br />

My name Black, the style is unorthodox<br />

It tap chins in your mens 'til you thought could box<br />

A couple of people wanted Thought to stop, but guess what? <br />

My man grab the missile, plug for the gut<br />

Now next time beatty stop being such a glut<br />

I'm precise with it like Faheim with haircuts<br />

We up close on 'em with toast but no crust<br />

It's fructose on 'em they froze and won't bust<br />

Choke on your face you jewels is lacklust<br />

Got to put it to you straight, y'all fools is jacked up<br />

Came close to the upmost but no cigar<br />

Nose to the grindstone, head to the stars<br />

The number one runner with the number one drummer<br />

Grammy award winnin' it's the world's eighth wonder<br />

Come on<br />

[Chorus]<br />

[Verse Three: Black Thought]<br />

Your first impression might be I'm a asshole<br />

Or say I'm sometimey and give people a hassle<br />

Or try to suntouch and put the heat in the capsule<br />

Dog I'm far deeper than that though; I get in the zone<br />

Recognize I'm a rolling stone<br />

No time to lollygag or lounge with scaliwags<br />

Give me the disc or I put it where your body at<br />

Old school spit flow laid over Trotter tracks<br />

With no apology fraud or trick-knowledgy<br />

Just trust, what I see and I say and follow me my way<br />

I read an open booklet inside me<br />

The star of the story that groove teller got me<br />

Through all the dark times part of the business<br />

The light be contingent on small forensics<br />

My microphone'll make a man a newborn infant<br />

It's true so the crew gon' sense it<br />

I get in the zone<br />

[Chorus x3]<br />

The fact of the matter is a matter of fact....

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