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THE ROOTS lyrics : "Rolling With Heat"

(feat. Talib Kweli)
[Chorus: Kweli & Dice Raw]
Downtown everybody move to the beat

Uptown everybody moving the heat
Cross-town the party where both sides meet
Eastside, westside, there's always beef [X2]


[Kweli]
I tattoo the page with the permanent ink

Mr. Rourke on your Fantasy Island
The umbrella in your tropical drinks
Still run it up it, liquor in your cup

$#&@ing 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 rich is made of music
He probably driving a Buick and be rocking van-- ?

G-U-E relevant, see how his man do it
$#&@ing with ^!$$%s from illa fifth, see how we ran through it
The river in the valley

The ^!$$% in the alley
Rolling with the heat from BK to killer Cali
The hands will fake the clapping

You'll be collasping
You softer than the land on legs
Transforming the landscape

Like a sandstorm in the Sahara
I am the truest ^!$$%
I do more shows than The Roots to Carol Lewis

Creative artist, never play the targets of game hunters
You may want to test this product like cane smugglers
Dis disco %#@!

Popping like Crisco
Hitting your face
Spit in your face like pistol %#@!

My style, wild like wipple whip
I go back like a pistol grip
It's pro-black, Kweli!


[Chorus w/o Kweli]


[Black Thought]
I'm a FED like Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms
Willy gank, spit the killer dank dialogue

Pyro-maniac like Dr. Molotov
I knock the bottle off
And knock the model off

Gots some non-believers here
Some how I'll save y'all
Or stop y'all worries, you makin me vexed

Hit up gekko, this ain't got gold correct
I'll $#&@ing bounty hunt your body like I'm Boba Fett
Cause you a toy not a soldier yet

You better hold your neck
You dick smokers get no respect
With the blood, ice your watch, rock your rocks

Better rock it on the screen and not the blocks
Cuz them crews don't stop them shots
It's so many that fly, they chase down, I just stop and watch

I'm from the south side of philly, it's known to get gruesome
Heavy hitter villians these alleyways produce them
Heavy hitter on a 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 !@#^yze this dime, the main thing glitter

Then !@#^yze the taste in your mouth, it seem bitter
Ganster, valid dick torian, graduate of I dare you
If you are paper thin I'm a tear you

I'm a 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 ^!$$% so your body guards can hear you


[Chorus w/o Kweli]

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