[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, uh-uh, come on
Yeah, yeah, uh-uh, come on, uh
Yeah, yeah, uh-uh, come on, come on, I'm ready

[Chorus: Dice Raw & Talib Kweli]
Downtown, everybody move to the beat
Uptown, everybody moving with heat
Cross-town, the party where both sides meet
Eastside, westside, there's always beef
Downtown, everybody move to the beat, come on
Uptown, everybody moving with heat
Cross-town, the party where both sides meet, come on
Eastside, westside, there's always beef

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
I tattoo the page with the permanent ink
Mr. Rourke on your Fantasy Island
The umbrella in your tropical drinks
Stirrin' it up, liquor in your cup
Fucking you up
Hang over the banister
You feel the rush of the blood going straight to your brain
Ain't no love, you only love bringing hate to the game
Taking my name in vain, mistaking license for freedom
He make music for the people, people dying to meet him
People!
We still abuse it while, the richest man in music, he probably driving a Buick and be rockin' Van Heusen
Mr. G-U-E-rilla pimp, see how this man do it
Fucking with n***as from Illa-Fifth, see how we ran through it
The river in the valley
The n***a in the alley
Rolling with the heat from BK to killer Cali
The hands will fake the clapping
You'll be collapsing
You softer than Land-o-lakes
Transforming the landscape like a sandstorm in the Sahara
I am the truest n***a
I do more shows than The Roots to Carol Lewis
The creative artist, never play the targets of game-hunters
You may want to test this product like 'caine smugglers
This disco shit
Popping like Crisco
Hitting your face
Spit in your face like pistol shit
My style wild like whip to whip
I go back like a pistol grip
It's pro-black, Kweli!
[Chorus: Dice Raw & Talib Kweli]
Downtown, everybody move to the beat
Uptown, everybody moving with heat
Cross-town, the party where both sides meet
Eastside, westside, there's always beef
Downtown, everybody move to the beat (Uh-huh)
Uptown, everybody moving with heat
Cross-town, the party where both sides meet
Eastside, westside, there's always beef

[Verse 2: Black Thought]
I’m a threat like alcohol, tobacco and firearms
Willie Gank spit the killer dank dialogue
Pyro-maniac like Dr. Molotov
I knock the bottle off and knock the model off
Got some non-believers here, somehow I save y'all
Aww, stop your worrying, you makin' me vexed
Hit up gecko, this ain't GEICO Direct
I'll fucking bounty hunt your body like I'm Boba Fett
'Cause you a toy, not a soldier, yet
You better hold your neck
Y'all dick-smokers get no respect
With the blood, ice your watch, rock your rocks
Better rock it on the screen and not the blocks
'Cause them crews don't stop them shots
It's so many that fly, the Jakes gotta just stop and watch
I'm from the south side of Philly, it's known to get gruesome
Heavy-hitter villains, these alleyways produce them
Heavy on the pocket, we find a way to juice them
They may as well pay, schmuck
Introducing the B-to L-A, see me, the king splitter
Then analyze this dime, the main thing glitter
Then analyze the taste in your mouth, it seem bitter
Gangster, valedictorian, graduate if I dare you
If y'all paper thin, I'ma tear you
I'ma come take care of you, put a part in your hairdo
You barking like I'm a starting to scare you
But speak up like a man, n***a, so your body guards can hear you
[Chorus: Dice Raw & Talib Kweli]
Downtown, everybody move to the beat
Uptown, everybody moving with heat
Cross-town, the party where both sides meet
Eastside, westside, there's always beef
Downtown, everybody move to the beat
Uptown, everybody moving with heat
Cross-town, the party where both sides meet
Eastside, westside, there's always beef

[Outro]
That was The Roots, featuring Talib Kweli
One of the new jams from the 'Phrenology' LP, entitled, 'Rolling With Heat'
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