Auditorium
Mos Def Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

In Auditorium, Mos Def expresses his feelings of restlessness and passion in a world that often feels hopeless. He tries to calm himself down by smoking and putting on a façade of happiness, but he sees that many people on the street are going through the motions devoid of hope. As he raps, his intensity increases and he speaks louder and clearer. He wants people to hear his message, and he wants his lyrics to make a difference.


Mos Def sees himself as awake and aware of what is happening in the world around him, and he wants to use his talents to make a change. He refers to his flows as "volumes of scriptures," and his "presence" speaks loudly even before he begins rapping. He believes that he is everywhere from the penthouse to the pavement, and his understanding of universal ghetto life makes him relatable to a wide range of people.


The song takes a political turn in the final verse, where Mos Def raps about a encounter with a young Iraqi boy. The boy demands oil or for Mos Def to leave the country, and Mos Def reflects on how these types of conversations with locals inspired him to create new music. He raps about realizing that "trappin," or selling drugs, is crap and that turning to music can lead to greater purpose. The last line is especially poignant, as he refers to the young boy as the "Elvis of Baghdad," suggesting that even in a war-torn country, music can still bring people together.


Line by Line Meaning

The way I feel sometimes its too hard to sit still
I often feel restless and uneasy


Things are so passionate times are so real
The world is intense and meaningful


Sometimes I try an chill mellow down blowin smoke
I attempt to relax by smoking and calming down


Smile on my face but its really no joke
I may look happy, but the situation is serious


You feel it in the streets people breathe without hope
There is a lack of hope in the air, especially in impoverished areas


They goin' through the motion, they dimmin' down they focus
People are just going through the motions and losing their drive


The focus gettin' clear and the light turn sharp
Despite the lack of focus, things are starting to become clear


And the eyes go teary, the mind grow weary
This realization can be tiring and emotional


I speak it so clearly sometimes ya don't hear me
I try to communicate effectively but sometimes it doesn't get across


I push it past the bass no nations gotta feel me
I strive to make an impact beyond music and influence the world


I feel it in my bones, black, I'm so wide awake
I am fully aware and conscious of what's going on


That I hardly ever sleep, my flows forever deep
I am constantly working and creating profound music


And its volumes or scriptures when I breath on a beat
My music carries significant meaning and worth


My presence speak volumes before I say a word
People can sense my strong, impactful presence


I'm every where penthouse pavement and curb
My influence is felt across all socioeconomic statuses


Cradle to the grave tall lead you onna shell
My lyrics can guide and inspire people throughout their entire lives


Universal ghetto life holla black you know it well
I represent and understand the struggles of those in impoverished areas


Quiet storm vital form pen pushed it right across
My lyrics come from a strong, internal force


Mind is a vital force, high level right across
My mind and my lyrics carry a lot of impact


Shoulders the lions raw voice is the siren
I carry an intense, raw energy like that of a lion


I swing round ring out and bring down the tyrant
I have the power to overthrow oppressive forces


Shocked a small act could knock a giant lopsided
Small actions can create huge impacts and imbalances


The world is so dangerous there's no need for fightin'
The world is full of dangers and we should focus on overcoming them together


Suttins tryna hide like the struggle won't find 'em
People try to avoid struggles, but they will inevitably face them


And the sun bust through the clouds to clearly remind him
Despite hardships, there is still hope and positivity that shines through


What it is
This is what's happening


You know they know
Everyone is well aware


We know y'all know
We also acknowledge that others are aware


Ecstatic there it is
Here is what's happening and we are excited about it


You know we know
We know what's going on too


They know y'all know
Everyone is well-versed on the situation


You don't know? Here it is
If you are unaware, allow me to fill you in


(And always on time and rockin' ya mind)
My music is always timely and impactful


Sit and come relax riddle off the mac, its the patch
Take a seat and listen to my rhymes, it will be relaxing


Imma soldier in the middle of Iraq
I am in the middle of conflict and chaos


Well say about noonish commin' out the whip
Around noon, I was leaving a vehicle


And lookin at me curious, a young Iraqi kid (awww)
A curious young child in Iraq saw me


Carrying laundry, what's wrong G? Hungry?
He appeared to be carrying laundry and I wondered if he was hungry


No, gimme oil or get fuck out my country
To my shock, he demanded oil or for me to leave the country


And in Arabian barkin' other stuff
He spoke in Arabic, saying other things


Till his moms come grab him and they walk off in a rush
His mother came to take him away and they hurried off


I'm like surely hope that we can fix our differences soon (bye!)
This interaction shows the divide between cultures and I hope it can be fixed


White apples I'm breakin' on
I am reflecting on my own privilege and access to resources


You take everything why not just take the damn food like
Why take things that are unnecessary when people are starving?


I don't understand it, on another planet?
This situation seems so foreign and incomprehensible


Fifty one of this stuff how I'm gunna manage?
I have so much wealth and abundance, how can I handle it all?


And increasing the sentiment gentlemen
I aim to increase positive feelings and sentiments


Gettin' down on that middle eastern instruments
I appreciate and enjoy the music of the middle east


Realized trappin' is crap
I've come to the realization that trapping, or drug dealing, is not fulfilling


Walk over kicked one of my fabulous raps (la dee da dee)
I confidently create and share my amazing music


Arab pure drop it well wished they Glad Wrap
Arab people appreciate and support my work


Now the kid considered like an Elvis of Baghdad
I am highly regarded and successful in the middle east




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Written by: OTIS JACKSON, DANTE SMITH, RICKY WALTERS

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