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    "Sacrifice" Lyrics

    The Roots feat. Nelly Furtado

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    [Verse One: Black Thought]
    Listen, I got you phobic off of this like arachnids
    Drastic, it ain't plastic it's Pro-Blackness
    Grown man tactics, no pediatrics
    the kind of track that make the comeback miraculous
    the catalyst, Thought with the knack for splashin'
    I'm dashin' I mastered the craft of mashin'
    The level-headed throughbred, the female's passion
    Mag-netic attraction be keepin' them askin'
    The crews in the Cadillacs with the Pendergrassin'
    Swerve half-naked, won't come near crashin'
    But if I go to heaven, would y'all know my name
    or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh?
    Clap for you freedom dog, that's what's happening
    My spit take critical political action
    The hustle is a puzzle each piece is a fraction
    And every word that's understood is a transaction
    I'm an S.P. soldier, microphone holder
    Rep Philly set from Bolivia to Boulder
    Paris, France to Tip and Tioga
    How we gonna make it through the dark, I show ya

    [Chorus: Black Thought & Nelly Furtado]
    I tell you one lesson I learned
    If you want to reach something in life
    You ain't gonna get it unless
    You give a little bit of sacrifice
    Ooohh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
    You need a heart that's filled with music
    If you use it you can fly
    If you want to be high

    [Verse Two: Black Thought]
    Listen, yo kick off your shoes, jump off the jock
    I fly higher than them dudes, from off your block
    My name Black, the style is unorthodox
    It tap chins in your mens 'til you thought could box
    A couple of people wanted Thought to stop, but guess what?
    My man grab the missile, plug for the gut
    Now next time beatty stop being such a glut
    I'm precise with it like Faheim with haircuts
    We up close on 'em with toast but no crust
    It's fructose on 'em they froze and won't bust
    Choke on your face you jewels is lacklust
    Got to put it to you straight, y'all fools is jacked up
    Came close to the upmost but no cigar
    Nose to the grindstone, head to the stars
    The number one runner with the number one drummer
    Grammy award winnin' it's the world's eighth wonder
    Come on


    [Verse Three: Black Thought]
    Your first impression might be I'm a asshole
    Or say I'm sometimey and give people a hassle
    Or try to suntouch and put the heat in the capsule
    Dog I'm far deeper than that though; I get in the zone
    Recognize I'm a rolling stone
    No time to lollygag or lounge with scaliwags
    Give me the disc or I put it where your body at
    Old school spit flow laid over Trotter tracks
    With no apology fraud or trick-knowledgy
    Just trust, what I see and I say and follow me my way
    I read an open booklet inside me
    The star of the story that groove teller got me
    Through all the dark times part of the business
    The light be contingent on small forensics
    My microphone'll make a man a newborn infant
    It's true so the crew gon' sense it
    I get in the zone

    [Chorus x3]

    The fact of the matter is a matter of fact....
    This song was last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Ahmir K. Thompson, Leonard N. Hubbard, Tarik L. Collins, Jimmy Gray.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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