Letra de Rolling With Heat, The Roots



[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 
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 rich is made of music 
He probably driving a Buick and be rocking van--- ? 
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 the land on legs 
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! 

[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 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 
Introducing the B-to L-A see me the king splitter 
Then analyze this dime, the main thing glitter 
Then analyze 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 nigga so your body guards can hear you 

[Chorus] w/o Kweli

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