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Artist : THE ROOTS
 Sacrifice | THE ROOTS(feat. Nelly Furtado)
  
[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 be 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 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[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....<
  
 
 
  
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