Lyrics Mos Def – Auditorium
Text:
Peace, peace, peace, peace
Power, power
Mad liberator
Def operator
Amazing flavour
The way I feel sometimes it’s too hard to sit still
Things are so passionate times are so real
Sometimes I try and chill mellow down blow a smoke
Smile on my face but it’s really no joke
You feel it in the streets people breathe without hope
They going through the motion, they dimming down their focus
The focus get clear and the light turn sharp
And the eyes go teary, the mind grow weary
I speak it so clearly sometimes you don’t hear me
I push it past the bass know nations gotta feel me
I feel it in my bones, black, I’m so wide awake
That I hardly ever sleep, my flow forever deep
And it’s volumes or scriptures when I breathe on a beat
My presence speak volumes before I say a word
I’m everywhere penthouse pavement and curb
Cradle to the grave tall cathedral of a shell
Universal ghetto life holla black you know it well
Quiet storm vital form pen pushed it right across
Mind is a vital force, high level right across
Soul is the lion’s roar, voice is the siren
I swing round ring out and bring down the tyrant
Shocked a small act could knock a giant lopsided
The world is so dangerous there’s no need for fighting
Suckas tryna hide like the struggle won’t find em
Everywhere penthouse pavement and curb
Cradle to the grave talk’ll cathedral of a shell
Universal ghetto life holla black you know it well
What it is
You know they know
What it is
We know y’all know
What it is
Ecstatic there it is
Huh
Ecstatic! (Un punto)
Peace, power
Fantastic
So original
What it is
You know we know
What it is
They know y’all know
What it is
You don’t know? Here it is
What it is
You know we know
What it is
They know y’all know
What it is
You don’t know? Here it is
Ecstatic! (Un punto)
Peace, power
Fantastic
So original
And always on time and rocking your mind
Ruler
Sit and come relax riddle off the mac, it’s the patch
I’m a soldier in the middle of Iraq
Well say about noonish comin’ out the whip
And looking at me curious, a young Iraqi kid (aw)
Carrying laundry. «What’s wrong G? Hungry?»
«No, gimme my oil get the fuck out my country.»
And in Arabian barking other stuff
Jihad
‘Til his moms come grab him and they walk off in a rush
Distrust, feeling like I’s pissed upon wound
I’m like shorty hope that we can fix our differences soon (bye!)
Buying apples hun breaking on
You take everything why not just take the damn food black master
I don’t understand it, on another planet?
Fifteen month of this stuff how I’m gonna manage?
And increasing the sentiment gentlemen
Getting down on their middle eastern instruments
Realized trapped in this crap
Walk over kicked one of my fabulous raps (la di da di)
Arab jaw dropped, they well wished they glad wrapped
Now the kid considered like an Elvis of Baghdad
Omar
Men have two faces: one that laughs and one that cries
Ali
They sent you?
Omar
Yeah, so? Here
Hook
What it is, you know, they know
What it is, we know, y’all know
What it is, ecstatic, there it is
What it is, you know, we know
What it is, they know, y’all know
What it is, you don’t know? Here it is