| 作词 : Abrhams, Black Thought ... | |
| 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 | |
| CrumbsWhen | |
| 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 | |
| DustAccumulation 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 | |
| SquareBut 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 | |
| BlackSports 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 |
| zuo ci : Abrhams, Black Thought ... | |
| 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 hiphop 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 etudes 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 | |
| L7 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 | |
| CrumbsWhen | |
| 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 spearamint, it' s like sense is | |
| DustAccumulation 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? | |
| L7, we massive | |
| Jazz the funk, slowbepoke, 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 | |
| SquareBut 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 | |
| BlackSports the | |
| Adidas 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 | |
| Dusty 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 |
| zuò cí : Abrhams, Black Thought ... | |
| 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 hiphop 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 etudes 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 | |
| L7 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 | |
| CrumbsWhen | |
| 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 spearamint, it' s like sense is | |
| DustAccumulation 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? | |
| L7, we massive | |
| Jazz the funk, slowbepoke, 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 | |
| SquareBut 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 | |
| BlackSports the | |
| Adidas 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 | |
| Dusty 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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