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(feat. Slick Rick) [Mos Def:] Peace Peace peace peace peace peace peace power Uh Mind liberator Def operator Rock your 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 to chill mellow down blow a smoke Smile on my face but it's really no joke You feel it in the street where people grieve without hope They goin through the motions They dimmin down the focus The focus gets cleared and the light turn sharp And the eyes grow teary the mind grow weary I speak it so clearly somtime y'all don't hear me I push it passed the base no relations 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 there's volumes and scriptures when I breathe on a beat My presence speak volumes before I say a word I'm everywhere penthouse pavement or curb Songtexte Cradle to the grave Tall cathedral of a shell Universal ghetto life Holla black you know it well Quiet storm Vital form Pen push the brighter cause Mind is a vital force High level writer course Soul is the lion's roar Voice is the siren I swing round Ring out and Bring down the tyrant Chop a small ax and knock a giant lopsided The world is so dangerous there's no need for frightened Suckers tryin to hide like the struggle won't find em And then some bus buddha cloud that clearly remind em A: Where penthouse playmen occur Cradle to the grave Tall cathedral of 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 it is Ecstatic There it is! What it is You know we know What it is They knew ya'll know What it is You 'on't know? here it is! What it is You know we know What it is They know y'all know What it is You 'on't know Here it is Ecstatic Mmm punto mmm punto Peace power Fantasttic Original And always on time and rockin your mind [The Ruler:] Sit and come relax riddle of the mac It's the patch I'm a soldier in the middle of iraq We'll say about noonish comin out the whip and Lookin at me curious A young iraqi kid Carryin laundry What's wrong g, hungry? No, give me my oil get *$#@ out of my country! And in arabian barkin other stuff til his mom's come grab him And they walk off in a rush Distrust Feelin like I pissed on a wound I'm like surely hope that we can fix our differences soon, bye! Buyin apples I'm breakin on Brook you take everything why not just take it down... black master I don't understand it On another planet? 50 month of this stuff How I'm gonna manage? And increasing the sentiment Gentleman getting down on their middle eastern instruments! Realize trap in this crowd, uh huh Walk over peeped one of my fabulous raps Lodi dodi Arab pure drop it well which they glad wrap Now they can consider like an Elvis of Baghdad What it is? Aus Songtexte Mania