Rolling with Heat

[Intro: Dice Raw] 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 a permanent ink Mr. Rourke on your Fantasy Island The umbrella in your tropical drinks Stirrin' it up, liquor in the 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 niggas from Illa-Fifth, see how we ran through it The river in the valley The nigga in the alley Rolling with that heat from BK to killer Cali The hands will fade to clapping You'll be collapsing You softer than Land-o-Lakes Transforming the landscape like a sandstorm in the Sahara I am the truest, nigga I do more shows with The Roots than Cara Lewis The creative artist, never played the target for 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 a pistol, shit My style wild like Whipper Whip I go back like a pistol grip It's Pro-Black – Kweli! [Chorus: Dice Raw, (Black Thought)] 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 Done knocked the bottle off and knocked the model off Got some non-believers in here, somehow I save y'all all Stop your worrying, ya making me vexed Hit up Gecko, this ain't GEICO Direct I'll fuckin' bounty hunt your body like I'm Boba Fett 'Cause you'se 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 – not the blocks 'Cause them jewels won't stop them shots And so many'll 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 'em Heavy on the pocket, we find a way to juice 'em Ya may as well pay – schmuck! Introducing the B-to-L-A, see me, the King splitter Done analyzed the shine, the main thing glitter Then analyze the taste in your mouth, it seem bitter Gangster valedictorian graduater, I dare you If y'all paper thin, I'ma tear you I'ma come take care of you, put a part in ya hairdo You barking like I'm a starting to scare you But speak up like a man, nigga, so ya body guards can hear you [Chorus: Dice Raw] 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 [Vocal scratches: Scratch] Uptown! Downtown! It goes down! Cross-town! I got y'all! [Outro: Ursula Rucker, as WAOK(ay) radio host] That was The Roots, featuring Talib Kweli One of the new jams from the 'Phrenology' LP, entitled, "Rolling With Heat" It's the top of the hour and we're about to prepare you for another 2 hours of music-free commercials