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| The Roots Miscellaneous Common Dust 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 w/ variations to end |
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