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Sacrifice - текст песни



Sacrifice


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








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








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














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











The fact of the matter is a matter of fact....



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