Common Market - Gol' Dust lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] 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 Reciting 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 taking 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 ain't mine, boy – I'm a ba*tard I grasp a four-fifth in my palm, I got the right to bear arms Y'all keep pushing 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 rolling back to Cali Reviving the rush for the gold dust [Hook 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 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 standing downstream panning for ambition to hand in [Verse 2] Necessity was the mother of the invention of my character The neighborhood good Samaritan holding a Derringer And daring you to thwart my path or try stopping 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 guessing 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 laying the abatement I'm afraid of laughing, ‘cause shortly after I'll be facing the wrath I ask for mercy though I'm purposely impa**ioned 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 [Hook 2] Yo, the dust I was born from is this type, this insight is Helping me to get right, and I need a**istance 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