Roots - Common Dust Lyrics
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust (8x)Chorus: black thought (4x)Its common dust yall, and you dont stopFor you to trust yall, with real hip-hop[black thought]Thought be the ? of the styles of speechA dusty head brother mighta saw the bleachTeach I aims not, just to talk my senseDamn I gives not, bout the consequenceFunk the stylistics, and jazz the vibeLaughs at e-tudes cause Im stayin aliveTime I grips not, so it limps alongDust you, collect if you digs my songPaids and black braids what I aims to easeConnection l-7 throwin out the breezeCool breeze to blow up cause I bust the shitIm just a sun child rollin in a dustin shipIts like that yall[kid crumbs]Thoughts a black miss you wanna catch the crumbsWhen I hums a fat song, with derelicts and bumsSmoke gems with the folk from the cellar when they comeMouth be like cotton, got sticks of gumCommon spear-a-mint, its like sense is dustAccumulation much cause naps I got nuffFunk feeds the dome see the trees they wanna riseOut sprouts the ? , free to vocalizeOld school highs I got, for your eyesCirculize never even though we lock togetherAsk the set Im clever cause Im severed and Im poopedBut anyway the wind blows, the dust you gotta goChorus[kid crumbs]Its like crumbs stay at a mic, comes to and from the ashesPass the what kid? l-7, we massiveJazz the funk, slow-be-poke, baby she be glassPuff the stuff you have now I recline and make you laughRoots can boost knot and off the docks I rocked your richesThe edgar shit is locked, thats, if the force is with usYeah, deeps pon the streets I reach, be the soundA pouch full of ouch, soon the freaks is freakin out, uhhThrees that make you shout, bout, ruckus on the cornerBlack, ? uest and rubber, we did it in the summerNow the po folk is near, they say Im not a squareBut when the circles root, black see if Ill be thereIts like that yall[black thought]Dig it, cool for me Im glad when I springs from padTo those with mad dust I be just a ladRock me rocks not cause my thoughts is blackSports the a-di-das plus my proton packAccumulatin dust as my trail mix crushDigs the naturale, baby flush the blushYeah, when it roams, find your way back homeAnd dig it with the kids with the dust-y domeSoon your zigs roam when you brooms the sceneDust you gots not, cause your rooms is cleanTrust I knows much cause I blows the hornIts common dust yall, you go on and onChorus w/ variations to end
