Auditorium chords by Mos Def

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Intro:

F#m Em
Peace
A               C#
Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace, peace
N.C.
Power.

F#m D F#m D Bm C#m F#m

F#m
Madlib-erator
   D   F#m
 Def operator
  D B C#m F#m
Rock the data

 F#m
Amazin' flavor

Verse 1:

    F#m                               D
The way I feel, sometimes it's too hard to sit still
    F#m                    D
Things are so passionate, times are so real
      Bm                        C#m
Sometimes I try and chill, mellow down, blowin' smoke
     F#m
Smile on my face but it's really no joke
  F#m                               D
You feel it in the street, the people breathe without hope
  F#m                               D
They goin' through the motion, they dimmin' down the focus
    Bm                        C#m
The focus get cleared then the light turn sharp
   F#m
And the eyes go teary, the mind grow weary
  F#m                               D
I speak it so clearly sometimes y'all don't hear me
  F#m                               D
I push it past the bass, know nations gotta feel me
    Bm                        C#m
I feel it in my bones, black I'm so wide awake
   F#m
That I hardly ever sleep, my flow forever deep
   F#m                               D
And it's volumes or scriptures when I breathe on a beat
   F#m                               D
My presence speak volumes before I say a word
    Bm                        C#m
I'm everywhere: penthouse, pavement and curb
   F#m
Cradle to the grave, tall cathedral or a cell
  F#m                               D
Universal ghetto life, holla black you know it well
  F#m                               D
Quiet storm, vital form, pen pushed it right across
    Bm                        C#m
Mind is a vital force, high level right across
 F#m
Soul is the lion's roar, voice is the siren
   F#m                               D
I swing round, ring out, and bring down the tyrant
   F#m                               D
Shocked a small act could knock a giant lopsided
     Bm                        C#m
The world is so dangerous, there's no need for fightin'
  F#m
Suckas trying to hide like the struggle won't find 'em
  F#m                               D
Then the sun bust through the clouds to clearly remind him
    F#m                               D
Everywhere penthouse pavement and curb
    Bm                        C#m
Cradle to the grave, tall cathedral or a cell
 F#m
Universal ghetto life, holla black you know it well


Chorus:
 F#m                D
What it is, you know, they know
 F#m                D
What it is, we know, y'all know
      B         C#m      F#m
What it is, Ecstatic, here it is
 F#m                D
What it is, you know, we know
 F#m                D
What it is, they know, y'all know
       B         C#m      F#m
What it is, you don't know? Here it is


Interlude:

Ecstatic! (En punto)

 F#m D F#m D Bm C#m F#m
Peace, power Fantastic

 F#m D F#m D B C#m
      So original
 F#m
And always on time and rockin ya mind (Ruler!)


Verse 2:

  F#m                      D
Sit and come relax, riddle of the mac
  F#m                               D
It's the patch, I'm a soldier in the middle of Iraq
Bm                        C#m
Well, say, about noonish, comin' out the whip
  F#m
And lookin at me curious, a young Iraqi kid
 F#m                               D
Carrying laundry, "What's wrong G? Hungry?"
 F#m                               D
"No, gimme my oil or get the fuck out my country"
 Bm                        C#m
And in Arabian barkin' other stuff ("Jihad!")
 F#m
'Til his moms come grab him and they walk off in a rush
 F#m                               D
Distrust, feeling like I've pissed upon wounds
  F#m                               D
I'm like, "Surely hope that we can fix our differences soon!" (Bye!)
   Bm                        C#m
Buying apples I'm breakin' on, "You take everything
 F#m
Why not just take the damn food, black bastard?"
F#m                               D
Like I don't understand it, on another planet
F#m                               D
15-months of this stuff, how I'm gonna manage?
 Bm                        C#m
And increasing the sentiment, gentlemen
 F#m
Getting down on their middle eastern instruments
 F#m                    D
Realized trapped in this crap
 F#m                           D
Walk over kicked one of my fabulous raps ("La-Di-Da-Di")
Bm                        C#m
Arab jaw drop, they well wish, they glad rap
 F#m
Now the kid considered like an Elvis of Baghdad


Sample:

F#m D F#m D Bm C#m F#m
Omar: Men have two faces: one that laughs and
one that cries

F#m D F#m D B C#m F#m
Ali: They sent you?
Omar: Yeah, so? Here

Chorus:

 F#m                D
What it is, you know, they know
 F#m                D
What it is, we know, y'all know
      B         C#m      F#m
What it is, Ecstatic, here it is
 F#m                D
What it is, you know, we know
 F#m                D
What it is, they know, y'all know
       B         C#m      F#m
What it is, you don't know? Here it is
 F#m                D
What it is, you know, they know
 F#m                D
What it is, we know, y'all know
      B         C#m      F#m
What it is, Ecstatic, here it is
 F#m                D
What it is, you know, we know
 F#m                D
What it is, they know, y'all know
       B         C#m      F#m
What it is, you don't know? Here it is

Outro:

F#m Em A Gm