[Intro]
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust (8x)
[Hook (4x): Black Thought]
It's Common Dust y'all, and you don't stop
For you to trust y'all, with real hip-hop
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Thought be the pillar 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
[Verse 2: 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
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust (8x)
[Hook (4x): Black Thought]
It's Common Dust y'all, and you don't stop
For you to trust y'all, with real hip-hop
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Thought be the pillar 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
[Verse 2: 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
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