Κομμάτι από τον 4ο ως τώρα δίσκο του Mos Def με τίτλο The Ecstatic που κυκλοφόρησε το 2009 σε παραγωγή του ιδίου και του Madlib. Το κομμάτι χρησιμοποιεί το beat του (θρυλικού πλέον) beatmaker/παραγωγού Madlib το οποίο είχε κυκλοφορήσει ως "Movie Finale" στον δίσκο του "Beat Konducta Vol. 3 & 4: In India" που περιείχε beats αποκλειστικά από samples ινδικής μουσικής.
by Dimitris
Auditorium
(Mos Def)
Mad liberator, Def operator, rock the data, amazing flava
Yo the way I feel, sometime its too hard to sit still
Things are so passionate, times are so real
Sometime it time to chill, mellow down blow a smoke
Smile on my face but its really no joke
You feel it in the street that the people breath without hope
They goin through the motion, they dimmin down they focus
The focus gets clear and the light turns sharp
The eyes go teary, the mind grow weary
I speak it so clearly sometimes ya'll don't hear me
I push it past the bass no nations got to feel me
I feel it in my bones
Black I'm so wide awake, that I'm hardly ever sleep
My flow forever deep and
These volumes are scriptures when I breathe without beat
My presence speak volumes before I say a word
I'm everywhere penthouse, pavement and curb
Cradle to the grave, talk of visions of a cell
Universal ghetto life, holla black you know it well
Quiet storm, vital form, pen push the right across,
the mind is a vital force, soul is the lions roar, voice is the siren
I swing round, ring out, and bring down the tyrant
Chop a small axe and knock a giant lop-sided
The world is so dangerous there's no need for frightin'
Suckas tryin to hide like the struggle wont find em
some bust through and clearly remind them
ITS EVERYWHERE penthouse, pavement, or curve
Cradle to the grave, talk of visions of a cell
Universal ghetto life, holla black you know it well
(Swing)
What it is
You know they know what it is
we know ya'll know what it is
Ecstatic there it is
what it is
you know we know what it is
they know ya'll know what it is
you know here it is
what it is
you know we know what it is
they know ya'll know what it is
you know here it is
(Fantastic, original, and always on time and rockin your mind its like)
(Slick Rick)
Sit and come relax riddle of the mac
Its the patch, I'm a soldier in the middle of Iraq
But say about noonish comin out the whip and
Lookin at me curios a young Iraqi kid
Carrying laundry, whats wrong G, hungry
(No, give me my oil get the *uck out my country)
And in Arabian barkin other stuff
Til his moms come grab him and they walk off in a rush
Distrust, feelin like I was pissed off
I was like, shortie, hope we can fix our differences soon, bye
Buyin apples I'm breakin on what
(Brooklyn take everything, why not just take the damn food, black bastard)
I don't understand it, on another planet
Fifteen month of this stuff, how I'm gonna manage
An increasing the sentiment; gentlemen
Gettin down on them middle eastern instruments
Realize trapped in this crowd
Walk over kicked one of my fabulous raps (la dee da dee)
Arab jaw drop, they well wish, they glad rap
Now the kid considered like an Elvis of Baghdad
Auditorium
(Mos Def)
Mad liberator, Def operator, rock the data, amazing flava
Yo the way I feel, sometime its too hard to sit still
Things are so passionate, times are so real
Sometime it time to chill, mellow down blow a smoke
Smile on my face but its really no joke
You feel it in the street that the people breath without hope
They goin through the motion, they dimmin down they focus
The focus gets clear and the light turns sharp
The eyes go teary, the mind grow weary
I speak it so clearly sometimes ya'll don't hear me
I push it past the bass no nations got to feel me
I feel it in my bones
Black I'm so wide awake, that I'm hardly ever sleep
My flow forever deep and
These volumes are scriptures when I breathe without beat
My presence speak volumes before I say a word
I'm everywhere penthouse, pavement and curb
Cradle to the grave, talk of visions of a cell
Universal ghetto life, holla black you know it well
Quiet storm, vital form, pen push the right across,
the mind is a vital force, soul is the lions roar, voice is the siren
I swing round, ring out, and bring down the tyrant
Chop a small axe and knock a giant lop-sided
The world is so dangerous there's no need for frightin'
Suckas tryin to hide like the struggle wont find em
some bust through and clearly remind them
ITS EVERYWHERE penthouse, pavement, or curve
Cradle to the grave, talk of visions of a cell
Universal ghetto life, holla black you know it well
(Swing)
What it is
You know they know what it is
we know ya'll know what it is
Ecstatic there it is
what it is
you know we know what it is
they know ya'll know what it is
you know here it is
what it is
you know we know what it is
they know ya'll know what it is
you know here it is
(Fantastic, original, and always on time and rockin your mind its like)
(Slick Rick)
Sit and come relax riddle of the mac
Its the patch, I'm a soldier in the middle of Iraq
But say about noonish comin out the whip and
Lookin at me curios a young Iraqi kid
Carrying laundry, whats wrong G, hungry
(No, give me my oil get the *uck out my country)
And in Arabian barkin other stuff
Til his moms come grab him and they walk off in a rush
Distrust, feelin like I was pissed off
I was like, shortie, hope we can fix our differences soon, bye
Buyin apples I'm breakin on what
(Brooklyn take everything, why not just take the damn food, black bastard)
I don't understand it, on another planet
Fifteen month of this stuff, how I'm gonna manage
An increasing the sentiment; gentlemen
Gettin down on them middle eastern instruments
Realize trapped in this crowd
Walk over kicked one of my fabulous raps (la dee da dee)
Arab jaw drop, they well wish, they glad rap
Now the kid considered like an Elvis of Baghdad
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