Roots - Rolling With Heat lyrics

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[Chorus: Kweli & Dice Raw]<br />

Downtown everybody move to the beat<br />

Uptown everybody moving the heat<br />

Cross-town the party where both sides meet<br />

Eastside, westside, there's always beef X2<br />

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[Kweli]<br />

I tattoo the page with the permanent ink<br />

Mr. Rourke on your Fantasy Island<br />

The umbrella in your tropical drinks<br />

Still run it up it, liquor in your cup<br />

Fucking you up<br />

Hang over the banister<br />

You feel the rush of the blood going straight to your brain<br />

Ain't no love, you only love bringing hate to the game<br />

Taking my name in vain, mistaking license for freedom<br />

He make music for the people, people dying to meet him<br />

People!<br />

We still abuse it, while the rich is made of music<br />

He probably driving a Buick and be rocking van heusen<br />

G-U-E relevant, see how his man do it<br />

Fucking with niggas from illa fifth, see how we ran through it<br />

The river in the valley<br />

The nigga in the alley<br />

Rolling with the heat from BK to killer Cali<br />

The hands will fake the clapping<br />

You'll be collasping<br />

You softer than LAND-O-LAKES<br />

Transforming the landscape<br />

Like a sandstorm in the Sahara<br />

I am the truest nigga<br />

I do more shows than The Roots to Carol Lewis<br />

Creative artist, never play the targets of game hunters<br />

You may want to test this product like cane smugglers<br />

Dis disco shit<br />

Popping like Crisco<br />

Hitting your face<br />

Spit in your face like pistol shit<br />

My style, wild like wipple whip<br />

I go back like a pistol grip<br />

It's pro-black, Kweli!<br />

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[Chorus] w/o Kweli<br />

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[Black Thought]<br />

I'm a FED like Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms<br />

Willy gank, spit the killer dank dialogue<br />

Pyro-maniac like Dr. Molotov<br />

I knock the bottle off<br />

And knock the model off<br />

Gots some non-believers here<br />

Some how I'll save y'all<br />

Or stop y'all worries, you makin me vexed<br />

Hit up gekko, this ain't got gold correct<br />

I'll fuck around and hit your body like ?<br />

'cause you a toy not a soldier yet<br />

You better hold your neck<br />

You dick smokers get no respect<br />

With the blood, ice your watch, rock your rocks<br />

Better rock it on the screen and not the blocks<br />

'cause them crews don't stop them shots<br />

It's so many that fly, they chase down, I just stop and watch<br />

I'm from the south side of philly, it's known to get gruesome<br />

Heavy hitter villians these alleyways produce them<br />

Heavy hitter on a pocket we find a way to juice them<br />

They may as well pay, schmuck<br />

Introducing the B-to L-A see me the king splitter<br />

Then analyze this dime, the main thing glitter<br />

Then analyze the taste in your mouth, it seem bitter<br />

Ganster, valid dick torian, graduate of I dare you<br />

If you are paper thin I'm a tear you<br />

I'm a come take care of you put a part in your hairdo<br />

You barking like I'm a starting to scare you<br />

But speak up like a man nigga so your body guards can hear you<br />

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[Chorus] w/o Kweli