Mos Def

Mos Def - Auditorium songtekst

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(feat. Slick Rick)
The way I feel sometimes its too hard to sit still

Things are so passionate times are so real

Sometimes I try an chill mellow down blowin smoke

Smile on my face but its really no joke

You feel it in the streets people breathe without hope

They goin through the motion, they dimmin down they focus

The focus gettin clear and the light turn sharp

And the eyes go teary, the mind grow weary

I speak it so clearly sometimes ya don't hear me

I push it past the bass no nations gotta feel me

I feel it in my bones, black, I'm so wide awake

That I hardly ever sleep, my flows forever deep

And its volumes or scriptures when I breath on a beat

My presence speak volumes before I say a word

I'm every where penthouse pavement and curb

Cradle to the grave tall lead you onna 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

Shoulders the lions raw 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 fightin

Suttins tryna hide like the struggle wont find em

And the sun bust through the clouds to clearly remind him

Everywhere penthouse pavement and curb

Cradle to the grave talk'll lead you on a shell

Universal ghetto life holla black you know it well



What it is

You know they know

What it is

We know yall know

What is is

Ecstatic there it is

Huh



[2X]

What it is

You know we know

What it is

They know yall know

What it is

You don't know? here it is

[2X]



(and always on time and rockin ya mind)

Sit and come relax riddle off the mac, its the patch

Imma soldier in the middle of Iraq

Well say about noonish commin out the whip

And lookin at me curious, a young Iraqi kid (awww)

Carrying laundry, whats wrong G? hungry?

No, gimme oil or get fuck out my country

And in Arabian barkin other stuff

Till his moms come grab him and they walk off in a rush



I'm like surely hope that we can fix our differences soon (bye!)

White apples I'm breakin on

You take everything why not just take the damn food like

I don't understand it, on another planet?

51 of this stuff how I'm gunna manage?

And increasing the sentiment gentlemen

Gettin down on that middle eastern instruments

Realized trappin is crap

Walk over kicked one of my fabulous raps (la dee da dee)

Arab (??) they well wished they glad wrapped

Now the kid considered like an Elvis of Baghdad




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