Yasiin Bey - Auditorium w/ the Ruler lyrics

Peace ah
Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace, peace
Power mad Liberator, Def Operator
Rock the data, amazing 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 an chill
Mellow down blowin' smoke
Smile on my face but it's really no joke
You feel it in the streets
The 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 it's volumes or scriptures when
I breath on a beat

My presence speak volumes before I say a word
I'm 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

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

Peace, power, fantastic, original
And always on time, and rocking your mind
It's like

Sit and come, relax, riddle off the mac
It's the patch
I'ma soldier in the middle of Iraq
Well, say about noonish commin' out the whip
And lookin' at me curious, a young Iraqi kid

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
Distrust, bitter like I's pissed off on moon
I'm like "Shorty, hope that we can fix
Our differences soon! Bye!"
Buying apples, I'm breaking 'em
Brooklyn take everything
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 increasing the sentiment, gentlemen
Getting down on their
Middle-Eastern instruments
Realized trapped in this crap
Walk over, kicked one of my fabulous raps
(La dee Da dee)
Arab jaws dropped, they well wished
They glad wrapped
Now the kid considered like
An Elvis of Baghdad

What it is?

What it is?

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
Parapapa parapapaparapa
Parapapa parapapaparapa
Zazaziru papariziru papariziru papari
Keep onpa