Gol'Dust Lyrics
| Song | Gol'Dust |
| Artist | Common Market |
| Album | Tobacco Road |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |
| 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 fourfifth 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. |
| 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 fourfifth 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. |
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