Sacrifice (Live on BBC Radio One's Worldwide Show with Gilles Peterson)-The Roots

Listen, I got you phobic offa this like arachnids Drastic, it ain't plastic, it's just pro blackness Grown man tactics no pediatrics The kind of track that make the comeback miraculous The catalyst. Thought with the knack of splashin' I'm dashin', I mastered the craft of mashin' The level-headed thoroughbred the females passion Magnetic attraction be keeping em askin' The crews in the Cadillac, the Pendergrassin' Swerve half-naked won't come near crashin' But if I go to Heaven would ya'll know my name Or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh? Clap for your freedom dog, that's what's happenin' 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 Thai Yoga How we gon' make it through the dark? I'll show ya. Tell you one lesson I've learned If you want to reach something in life You ain't gonna get it unless You give a little bit of sacrifice Ooh sometimes before you smile you got to cry You need a heart that's filled with music If you use it you can fly Listen, If you want to be high Yo kick off ya shoes, jump off the jock I fly higher than them dudes from off ya block My name Black, the style is unorthodox It tap chins wit ya men's who you thought could box A couple people wanted thought to stop But guess what? My man grab the missile, plug for the gut Now next time greedy 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 lackluster Gotta put it to ya straight Y'all fools is jacked up Came close to the utmost but no cogar Nose to the grindstone, head to the stars The number one runner with the number one drummer Grammy award-winning it's the world's eighth wonder Come on! Tell you one lesson I've learned If you want to reach something in life You ain't gonna get it unless You give a little bit of sacrifice Ooh 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 Yo, 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 a 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 scallywags Gimme the disc or I'll put it where your body at Old school spit flow laid over Trotter tracks With no apology, fraud or tricknology Just trust what I see and I say and follow me My way, I be the open book, look inside me The star of the story that the grooveteller guide 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 true gon' sense it I get in the zone Tell you one lesson I've learned If you want to reach something in life You ain't gonna get it unless You give a little bit of sacrifice Ooh 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 Tell you one lesson I've learned If you want to reach something in life You ain't gonna get it unless You give a little bit of sacrifice Ooh 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 Tell you one lesson I've learned If you want to reach something in life You ain't gonna get it unless You give a little bit of sacrifice Ooh 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