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