Gol'Dust
Common Market Lyrics


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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.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Common Market's song Gol'Dust are rich in figurative language and explore themes of power, oppression, and identity. The singer of the song represents a marginalized community fighting for their rights, pushed to the brink of violence by a corrupt establishment that seeks to rob them of their voice and agency. The opening lines paint a picture of a prophetic figure moving through the city, calling upon the people to rise up and demand justice. The mention of "hill to hill" evokes a biblical image of a messenger proclaiming a divine decree, suggesting that the singer's message carries a weighty significance.


The second stanza moves from the realm of prophecy to that of action, as the singer describes the gathering of an "army of light" that seeks to overthrow the ruling class. The use of phrases such as "battle hymn of the republic" and "warrior types" suggests that the singer views their struggle as a righteous war, fought on behalf of the people against their oppressors. The language of war and conquest continues throughout the song, building to a climax in the third stanza as the singer describes holding a loaded gun and preparing to "blast" anyone who stands in their way.


As the song progresses, however, the tone shifts towards a more introspective and reflective mood. The singer questions their own worthiness and ability to lead, struggling with feelings of inadequacy and doubt. They recognize the complexity of the situation they find themselves in, acknowledging that it is difficult to distinguish allies from enemies when everyone is struggling to survive. The lines "Maybe I was never meant to be a champion / I'm standin' downstream pannin' for ambition to hand in" suggest a sense of resignation or despair, the feeling that no matter how hard one tries, the forces of history and oppression are too overwhelming to overcome.


Ultimately, the song is a powerful meditation on the struggles faced by marginalized communities in their quest for liberation. It recognizes the complexity and ambiguity of these struggles, acknowledging that the line between heroism and villainy can be blurred, and that the weight of history can be overwhelming. Through its rich imagery and powerful language, Gol'Dust invites the listener to reflect on their own role in the struggle for justice and liberation.


Line by Line Meaning

Y'all know the prophecy, it's biblical; "from hill to hill"
Everyone knows the prophetic message, it's biblical, and it will spread throughout the land.


In between Beacon and Capitol I travel at will
I am free to travel between Beacon and Capitol as I please.


Atop the mount of Crown, send down the edict for the Sea to achieve peace
From the Crown mountaintop, let there be a decree to bring peace to the Sea region.


The townspeople read it and weep
The citizens read the decree with sadness.


We meet in the streets, a foray of glory and hype
We gather in the streets, ready for greatness and excitement.


Recitin' stories and arias of warrior types
We tell tales and sing songs of brave heroes.


An army of light – recreate the Normandy site
We are a powerful force, reminiscent of the Normandy invasion.


Deploy, you appreciate the enormity, right?
It's time to act, do you understand the gravity of the situation?


This battle hymn of the republic will knock for all my soldiers
Our anthem will inspire all of our troops.


The block, that's where we focus and plot to overthrow this
Our attention is on the block, where we plan to take down our oppressors.


Echelon, send a message to stop takin' our vote
The Echelon must receive our message to stop taking away our voting rights.


This has got to be a joke, 'cause it's not what we were told
This must be a prank because it's not what we were promised.


Is in the promissory note of the draft the forefathers had crafted
The promise made in the draft written by our forefathers.


Your fathers aint mine, boy – I'm a bastard
I am not related to your fathers, I am an illegitimate child.


I grasp a four-fifth in my palm, I got the right to bear arms
I hold a gun in my hand, exercising my right to bear arms.


Y'all keep pushin' me back, I'm 'bout to blast it
If you keep pushing me, I will shoot.


The creed is captured in the prose, my flow's ominous
I express my values in my writing, my words reflect a sense of impending doom.


And obviously the reason we rose to prominence
Clearly, the reason for our success is evident.


We're documenting history here, the end's near
We are making history, and the end of the struggle is in sight.


The pen, bomb and grenade; the promenade of sincere
We use our tools of writing, explosives, and weapons to fight with sincerity.


My folks rush to grab it and mash at full thrust
My people quickly grab and use it to full effect.


The first to have status and pull and hold a flush
We are the first to have status and political power.


For control they go nuts, yo – we're rollin' back to Cali
Those in power go crazy for control, so we fight back and head to California.


Revivin' the rush for the gold dust
We are bringing back the excitement of gold mining.


Yo we crush the precious metal to dust for distribution
We crush gold into dust to distribute it.


All you gotta do is breathe to receive the restitution
You just need to breathe to receive your share of gold dust.


Under pressure we become both gems and grown men
Under pressure, we become valuable and mature.


It's like a jungle sometimes – wonder why I was thrown in
Life can be chaotic and confusing, and sometimes I question why I was born into it.


When my instincts seem to do more harm than good
Sometimes my natural tendencies cause more harm than good.


It's difficult to defend against steel armed with wood
It's hard to fight back against enemies with superior weapons.


Maybe I was never meant to be a champion
Perhaps I was not destined to succeed.


I'm standin' downstream pannin' for ambition to hand in
I am searching for motivation and purpose to pursue.


Necessity was the mother of the invention of my character
The need to survive led me to develop my strong character.


The neighborhood good Samaritan holdin' a Derringer
The kind neighborhood helper also carries a gun for protection.


And darin' you to thwart my path or try stoppin'
I dare you to try to stop me or get in my way.


The establishment of armistice, this is the dichotomy
Creating peace is a paradox when faced with hostility.


I gotta see the reconciliation take place
We must find a way for resolution and peace.


My offering for the intercession is burnt sage and a Smith & Wesson
As an offering for resolution, I burn sage and carry a gun.


I'm guessin' God really needs neither
I doubt God needs either the sage or the gun.


But I must if I'm entrusted as my brother's keeper
Regardless, as a protector of my community, I must carry both.


The challenge is discerning fam from adversaries
The challenge is to distinguish between friends and enemies.


They move in similar fashion – a real man carries a
Friend or foe, a true leader always carries a weapon.


Heavier load; shoulders and back bowed
A leader carries a heavy burden.


The observation is in the simple conversation you hold
You can tell a lot about someone by the way they talk.


Now look me in the eye and tell me I'm not worthy of favor
Don't try to deny that I deserve recognition and respect.


The crop would never pay you if not for all our labor
You would not have anything if it weren't for our hard work.


We're the spine, twisted to sign dots along the waiver
We are the backbone of society, signing away our rights on contracts.


It's hot where you gon' stay, I pray God will be your savior
It's going to be tough where you are going, I hope God will protect you.


When the fires of propitiation reach the plantation
When justice is served and the plantation is destroyed by fire.


Thirty lashes in the dirty ashes layin' the abatement
After being punished and humiliated, there will be relief.


I'm afraid of laughing, 'cause shortly after I'll be facin' the wrath
I am afraid to experience joy because it will be followed by punishment.


I ask for mercy though I'm purposely impassioned
Even though I am passionate about my cause, I still plead for mercy.


And I'm certain the infraction's a forgivable offense
I am confident that my wrongdoing is forgivable.


When the true lord of this land would never quibble over rent
The real owner of this land would not argue about trivial matters like rent.


Wealth proffiteth no man in his last days
At the end of life, wealth does not bring true happiness.


These flames will show you what you're made of… dust
The fires will reveal your true nature.


Yo the dust I was born from is this type, this insight is
I was born from this type of dust, and this realization is enlightening.


Helping me to get right, and I need assistance at times
This new understanding helps me be a better person. Sometimes I need help.


Be the admission disguised behind a pseudonym
Maybe the solution is hiding behind a different name or disguise.


I hope to find truth in him before these guys do him in
I hope to learn from him before his enemies kill him.


And what's a legacy worth next to mined metal, yo
What is more important, a legacy or the gold we seek?


Measure me first – depression, it's better we work
Before assessing my worth, consider that it's better to work than to be depressed.


For change, not for pennies, if anything the commodity traded is us
We are fighting for change, not just for money. Our lives are the true commodity.


For flakes of gold dust.
All this fighting is for mere flakes of gold dust.




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Jesse Moynan

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[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 bastard
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 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

[Hook 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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XtriceZ8917

hey seattle, can you share these guys with the rest of the nation? this is insane. the beat is fresh as fuck, and the RA's lyrics are mind blowing as usual.

Jesse Moynan

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[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 bastard
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 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

[Hook 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

T W

i dont understand why this guy aint bigger. Wish I ran the industry

MR.

SEATTLE UNDERGROUND! so dope. people need to find out about people like SOL, common market, blue scholars, KnowMads, Chorus... the list goes on..

Skim Chaser

seeing him live tonight

MrErikjg824

Incredible

Jonny Walker 447

this album is sold out on their site :( i dont want to download this since its actually music

WuTangForever97

these guys* its a group :)

Jimmy

I know I’m 8 years late but ty for this comment. These magnificent beats are as important to the music as the rhymes and they bring so much power to the music.. Its got a we can take over the world feel.. Unbelievable group, just simply amazing shit..

MyName

A group is 2 people?

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