Auditorium Lyrics - The Ecstatic - Mos Def

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 won't 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 y'all know 

What is is 

Ecstatic there it is 

Huh 

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 

(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, what's 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? 

Fifty one 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 pure drop it well wished they Glad Wrap 

Now the kid considered like an Elvis of Baghdad