The Roots, Dice Raw, Talib Kweli - Rolling with Heat lyrics
[The Roots, Dice Raw, Talib Kweli - Rolling with Heat lyrics]
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
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
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
G-U-E relevant, see how his 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 the heat from BK to killer Cali
The hands will fake the clapping
You'll be collasping
You softer than Land-o lakes
Transforming the landscape
Like a sandstorm in the Sahara
I am the truest nigga
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 shit
Popping like Crisco hitting your face
Spit in your face like pistol shit
My style, wild like wipple whip
I go back like a pistol grip
It's pro-black, Kweli!
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
I’m a threat 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 fucking 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
Then analyze this dime
The main thing glitter
Then analyze the taste in your mouth
It seem bitter ganster, valedictorian
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 nigga so
Your body guards can hear you
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
Uptown everybody moving the heat
Cross-town the party where both sides meet
Eastside, westside, there's always beef
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
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
G-U-E relevant, see how his 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 the heat from BK to killer Cali
The hands will fake the clapping
You'll be collasping
You softer than Land-o lakes
Transforming the landscape
Like a sandstorm in the Sahara
I am the truest nigga
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 shit
Popping like Crisco hitting your face
Spit in your face like pistol shit
My style, wild like wipple whip
I go back like a pistol grip
It's pro-black, Kweli!
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
I’m a threat 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 fucking 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
Then analyze this dime
The main thing glitter
Then analyze the taste in your mouth
It seem bitter ganster, valedictorian
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 nigga so
Your body guards can hear you
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