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