this song is from the 2002 album \"Phrenology\"Lyrics:\n[Chorus: Kweli&Dice Raw]Downtown everybody move to the beatUptown everybody moving the heatCross-town the party where both sides meetEastside, westside, there\'s always beef X2[Kweli]\nI tattoo the page with the permanent ink\nMr. Rourke on your Fantasy Island\nThe umbrella in your tropical drinks\nStill run it up it, liquor in your cup\nFucking you up\nHang over the banister\nYou feel the rush of the blood going straight to your brain\nAin\'t no love, you only love bringing hate to the game\nTaking my name in vain, mistaking license for freedom\nHe make music for the people, people dying to meet him\nPeople!\nWe still abuse it, while the rich is made of music\nHe probably driving a Buick and be rocking van--- ?\nG-U-E relevant, see how his man do it\nFucking with niggas from illa fifth, see how we ran through it\nThe river in the valley\nThe nigga in the alley\nRolling with the heat from BK to killer Cali\nThe hands will fake the clapping\nYou\'ll be collasping\nYou softer than the land on legs\nTransforming the landscape\nLike a sandstorm in the Sahara\nI am the truest nigga\nI do more shows than The Roots to Carol Lewis\nCreative artist, never play the targets of game hunters\nYou may want to test this product like cane smugglers\nDis disco shit\nPopping like Crisco\nHitting your face\nSpit in your face like pistol shit\nMy style, wild like wipple whip\nI go back like a pistol grip\nIt\'s pro-black, Kweli!\n\n[Chorus] w/o Kweli\n\n[Black Thought]\nI\'m a FED like Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms\nWilly gank, spit the killer dank dialogue\nPyro-maniac like Dr. Molotov\nI knock the bottle off\nAnd knock the model off\nGots some non-believers here\nSome how I\'ll save y\'all\nOr stop y\'all worries, you makin me vexed\nHit up gekko, this ain\'t got gold correct\nI\'ll fucking bounty hunt your body like I\'m Boba Fett\nCause you a toy not a soldier yet\nYou better hold your neck\nYou dick smokers get no respect\nWith the blood, ice your watch, rock your rocks\nBetter rock it on the screen and not the blocks\nCuz them crews don\'t stop them shots\nIt\'s so many that fly, they chase down, I just stop and watch\nI\'m from the south side of philly, it\'s known to get gruesome\nHeavy hitter villians these alleyways produce them\nHeavy hitter on a pocket we find a way to juice them\nThey may as well pay, schmuck\nIntroducing the B-to L-A see me the king splitter\nThen analyze this dime, the main thing glitter\nThen analyze the taste in your mouth, it seem bitter\nGanster, valid dick torian, graduate of I dare you\nIf you are paper thin I\'m a tear you\nI\'m a come take care of you put a part in your hairdo\nYou barking like I\'m a starting to scare you\nBut speak up like a man nigga so your body guards can hear you\n\n[Chorus] w/o Kweli heat, hip-hop, Kweli, phrenology, rap, real, rolling, Roots, Talib, The, with