Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gol'dust, artist - Common Market. Album song Tobacco Road, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SCIONtific
Song language: English
Gol'dust |
Y’all know the prophecy, it’s biblical; |
«from hill to hill» |
In between Beacon and Capitol I travel at will |
Atop the mount of Crown, send down the edict for the Sea to achieve peace |
The townspeople read it and weep |
We meet in the streets, a foray of glory and hype |
Recitin' stories and arias of warrior types |
An army of light — recreate the Normandy site |
Deploy, you appreciate the enormity, right? |
This battle hymn of the republic will knock for all my soldiers |
The block, that’s where we focus and plot to overthrow this |
Echelon, send a message to stop takin' our vote |
This has got to be a joke, ‘cause it’s not what we were told |
Is in the promissory note of the draft the forefathers had crafted |
Your fathers aint mine, boy — I’m a bastard |
I grasp a four-fifth in my palm, I got the right to bear arms |
Y’all keep pushin' me back, I’m ‘bout to blast it |
The creed is captured in the prose, my flow’s ominous |
And obviously the reason we rose to prominence |
We’re documenting history here, the end’s near |
The pen, bomb and grenade; |
the promenade of sincere |
My folks rush to grab it and mash at full thrust |
The first to have status and pull and hold a flush |
For control they go nuts, yo — we’re rollin' back to Cali |
Revivin' the rush for the gold dust |
CHORUS 1: |
Yo we crush the precious metal to dust for distribution |
All you gotta do is breathe to receive the restitution |
Under pressure we become both gems and grown men |
It’s like a jungle sometimes — wonder why I was thrown in |
When my instincts seem to do more harm than good |
It’s difficult to defend against steel armed with wood |
Maybe I was never meant to be a champion |
I’m standin' downstream pannin' for ambition to hand in |
Necessity was the mother of the invention of my character |
The neighborhood good Samaritan holdin' a Derringer |
And darin' you to thwart my path or try stoppin' |
The establishment of armistice, this is the dichotomy |
I gotta see the reconciliation take place |
My offering for the intercession is burnt sage and a Smith & Wesson |
I’m guessin' God really needs neither |
But I must if I’m entrusted as my brother’s keeper |
The challenge is discerning fam from adversaries |
They move in similar fashion — a real man carries a |
Heavier load; |
shoulders and back bowed |
The observation is in the simple conversation you hold |
Now look me in the eye and tell me I’m not worthy of favor |
The crop would never pay you if not for all our labor |
We’re the spine, twisted to sign dots along the waiver |
It’s hot where you gon' stay, I pray God will be your savior |
When the fires of propitiation reach the plantation |
Thirty lashes in the dirty ashes layin' the abatement |
I’m afraid of laughing, ‘cause shortly after I’ll be facin' the wrath |
I ask for mercy though I’m purposely impassioned |
And I’m certain the infraction’s a forgivable offense |
When the true lord of this land would never quibble over rent |
Wealth proffiteth no man in his last days |
These flames will show you what you’re made of… dust |
CHORUS 2: |
Yo the dust I was born from is this type, this insight is |
Helping me to get right, and I need assistance at times |
Be the admission disguised behind a pseudonym |
I hope to find truth in him before these guys do him in |
And what’s a legacy worth next to mined metal, yo |
Measure me first — depression, it’s better we work |
For change, not for pennies, if anything the commodity traded is us |
For flakes of gold dust. |