The Roots - Sacrifice (Live on BBC Radio One) lyrics

[*Black Thought and Scratch ad-libbing for a minute or so*] [Verse One: Black Thought] Check it out yo Before we go for this like we was 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 pa**ion Magnetic attraction, keepin' 'em askin' The crews in the Cadillacs with the Pendergra**in' 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's critical political action The hustle is a puzzle each piece is a fraction And every word that's understood is a transaction I'm a, 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 [Hook: Black Thought w/ Scratch ad-libs] 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 [Verse Two: Black Thought] Check it out, look You kick off your shoes, jump off the jock I fly higher than them dudes, from off your block My name, Black, the styles 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 j**els 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, number one drummer Number one squad be the joy for this Come on [Hook w/ minor variations] [Verse Three: Black Thought] Check it out, yo Your first impression might be I'm a a**hole Say I'm sometimey and give people a ha**le Or try to suntouch and put the heat in the capsule Yo, see I'm deeper than that though; I get in the zone Recognize I'm a rolling stone No time to lollygag or lounge with scaliwag Give me the disco, I put it where your body at I got the Smith flow, I lay it over Charlie tracks With no apology fraud or trick-knowledgy Just trust, what I see and I say and follow me my way I be an open book, look inside me The star of the story that groove teller guide me Through all the dark times, part of the business The light be contingent on, small forensics My mic'll make a man a newborn infant That, true so the crew gon' sense it I get in the zone [Hook - 2X w/minor variations] [*Black Thought and Scratch ad-libbing to end*]