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Auditiorium Ft. Slick Rick[Yasiin Bey:]Peace Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace, peace Power Uh Madlib-erator Def operator Rock the data Amazin' flavor Yo, 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, blowin' smoke Smile on my face, but it's really no joke You feel it in the street, the people breathe without hope They goin' through the motion, they dimmin' down the focus The focus get cleared then the light turn sharp And the eyes go teary, the mind grow weary I speak it so clearly, sometimes y'all 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'm hardly ever 'sleep, my flow forever deep And it's volumes of 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 or a cell 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 Chop a small axe and knock a giant lopsided The world is so dangerous, there's no need for fightin' Suckas tryin' to hide like the struggle won't find 'em Then the sun bust through the clouds to clearly remind 'em It's everywhere — penthouse, pavement and curb Cradle to the grave, tall cathedral or a cell 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 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! (En punto) Peace, power Fantastic So original And always on time and rockin' ya mind (Ruler!) [Slick Rick:] Sit and come relax, riddle of the mack It's the patch, I'm a soldier in the middle of Iraq Well, say, about noon-ish, comin' out the whip And lookin at me curious, a young Iraqi kid Carryin' laundry, "What's wrong, G? Hungry?" "No, gimme my oil or get fuck out my country" And in Arabian barkin' other stuff ("Jihad!") 'Til his moms come grab him and they walk off in a rush Distrust, feelin' like I've pissed upon wound I'm like, "Surely hope that we can fix our differences soon!" (Bye!) Buyin' apples, I'm breakin' on, "You take everythin' Why not just take the damn food, black bastard?" I don't understand it, on another planet? 15-months of this stuff, how I'm gonna manage? And increasin' the sentiment Gentlemen gettin' 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 drop, they well wish, they glad rap Now the kid considered like an Elvis of Baghdad [Sample:] [Omar:] Men have two faces: one that laughs and one that cries [Ali:] They sent you? [Omar:] Yeah, so? Here 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 What it is, you know, we know What it is, they know, y'all know What it is, you know, here it is |