Текст песни Sacrifice (feat. Nelly Furtado) - The Roots , Nelly Furtado

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 thoroughbred, the female's passion
Magnetic attraction be keepin' 'em askin'
The crews in the Cadillac 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 your freedom, dawg, 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 a S.P. soldier, microphone holder
Rep Philly, set from Bolivia to Boulder
Paris, France, the TIP from Tioga
How we gon' make it through the dark? I'll show ya

I'll tell you one lesson I've learned
If you wanna reach somethin' in life
You ain't gon' get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and
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 wanna be high

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 who you thought could box
A couple people wanted Thought to stop, but guess what?
My man grabbed the missile, plug for the gut
Now, next time, beanie, stop bein' 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
It's yolk on your face, your jewels is lackluster
Gotta put it to you straight, y'all fools is jacked up
Came close to the utmost 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, c'mon

I'll tell you one lesson I've learned
If you wanna reach somethin' in life
You ain't gon' get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and
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 wanna 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 the capsule
Dawg, I'm far deeper than that though, I get in the zone
Recognize I'm a rollin' 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 trolley tracks
With no apology for the technology
Just trust what I see and I say and follow me my way
I'll be the open book, look inside me
The star of the story that the groove teller 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

I'll tell you one lesson I've learned
If you wanna reach somethin' in life
You ain't gon' get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and
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 wanna be high
I'll tell you one lesson I've learned
If you wanna reach somethin' in life
You ain't gon' get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and
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 wanna be high
I'll tell you one lesson I've learned
If you wanna reach somethin' in life
You ain't gon' get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and
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 wanna be high