Mos Def feat. Slick Rick - Auditorium (prod. by Madlib) | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Mos Def feat. Slick Rick
• Auditorium (prod. by Madlib)

The best I could do...

(Verse 1: 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

(Bridge)
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

(Verse 2: Mos Def)
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

(Bridge)
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

(Chorus)
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)

(Verse 3: Slick Rick [Mos Def])
[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 (?) or get **** out my country
and in Arabian barkin other stuff
till his moms come grab him and they walk off in a rush
((???))
im like surely hope that we can fix our differences soon (bye!)
white apples im 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 im 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

(Chorus)
Source(s):
Myself

Mos Def feat. Slick Rick еще тексты