Tytuł: Common dust

• Wykonawca: The Roots
• Wyświetleń: 209

Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust (8X)
  
   Chorus: Black Thought (4X)
  
   It's Common Dust y'all, and you don't stop
   For you to trust y'all, with real hip-hop
  
   [Black Thought]
   Thought be the ? of the styles of speech
   A dusty head brother mighta saw the bleach
   Teach I aims not, just to talk my sense
   Damn I gives not, 'bout the consequence
   Funk the stylistics, and jazz the vibe
   Laughs at e-tudes cause I'm stayin alive
   Time I grips not, so it limps along
   Dust you, collect if you digs my song
   Paids and black braids what I aims to ease
   Connection L-7 throwin out the breeze
   Cool breeze to blow up cause I bust the shit
   I'm just a sun child rollin in a dustin ship
   It's like that y'all
  
   [Kid Crumbs]
   Thought's a Black miss you wanna catch the Crumbs
   When I hums a fat song, with derelicts and bums
   Smoke gems with the folk from the cellar when they come
   Mouth be like cotton, got sticks of gum
   Common spear-a-mint, it's like sense is Dust
   Accumulation much cause naps I got nuff
   Funk feeds the dome see the trees they wanna rise
   Out sprouts the ?, free to vocalize
   Old school highs I got, for your eyes
   Circulize never even though we lock together
   Ask the set I'm clever cause I'm severed and I'm pooped
   But anyway the wind blows, the Dust you gotta go
  
   Chorus
  
   [Kid Crumbs]
   It's like Crumbs stay at a mic, comes to and from the ashes
   Pass the what kid? L-7, we massive
   Jazz the funk, slow-be-poke, baby she be glass
   Puff the stuff you have now I recline and make you laugh
   Roots can boost knot and off the docks I rocked your riches
   The Edgar shit is locked, that's, if the force is with us
   Yeah, deeps pon the streets I reach, be the sound
   A pouch full of ouch, soon the freaks is freakin out, uhh
   Threes that make you shout, 'bout, ruckus on the corner
   Black, ?uest and Rubber, we did it in the summer
   Now the po' folk is near, they say I'm not a Square
   But when the circle's Root, Black see if I'll be there
   It's like that y'all
  
   [Black Thought]
   Dig it, cool for me I'm glad when I springs from pad
   To those with mad Dust I be just a lad
   Rock me rocks not cause my Thoughts is Black
   Sports the A-di-das plus my proton pack
   Accumulatin Dust as my trail mix crush
   Digs the naturale, baby flush the blush
   Yeah, when it roams, find your way back home
   And dig it with the kids with the Dust-y dome
   Soon your zigs roam when you brooms the scene
   Dust you gots not, cause your rooms is clean
   Trust I knows much cause I blows the horn
   It's Common Dust y'all, you go on and on
  
   Chorus