[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 n***as from Illa-Fifth, see how we ran through it
The river in the valley
The n***a 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, n***a
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, n***a, 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"
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