Common Dust

The Roots

Composição de: ?uestlove/Black Thought/Tariq Trotter
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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