Verse 1 Feels like a new way of listening to music A new fix to my head oh just to sooth it It feels good between my fingers and my hands A brand new oldskool rare is where it’s stands Staring back at me my hair full of dust Blow it off cant believe I found these cuts In a box looking lonely in a record store But no more I’m taking me & you out the door Place it in my bag only 50c a piece What a gem, Dad would be proud of me Open my door pull up my turntables Pull it out my bag, racking up the cables Grip the needle pins slow then release A new sound floods across the room to the streets My new record is the flavour for your soul Nowadays these are never ever sold Hook: Dust to Dig Coz we dig for days I wouldn’t have it any other way Verse 2 Digging in the crates, yea it’s well worthy Splurging in my pocket oh they hurting Got them breaks on spin connect the violins Like Bacon sizzling coz the needles to thin Snap crackle and pop, playing all that hip hop Vinyl needs a flip; got the ish to make ya arms pop If you judge a wax by its cover Listen to the Sisters spread it like butter On the B-Side burn to the hard drive Just to make the record slide Ice rocks all the way to the dark side Only for the gems of the hard life Easy on the ears and everlasting on the soul Head nodding to music till they lose control Ya see its music that enters your inner being Hard to match up visuals with the sounds that you’re hearing Hook: Dust to Dig Coz we dig for days I wouldn’t have it any other way Verse 3 Just close your eyes and tilt your head back and take a breath Keeps the vinyl spinning long before your death Since the 18 hundreds many vocalist have brung it Cutting up the decks with socialist undiscovered Stereo phonic out standing use of electronics Play it backwards and the sound plays demonic Scratch attack, then the needle snaps, ya crying Heading down the map, find a rack then ya flying.. Back to the lab, gotta fit it to your system Need that fix, just some music to hit'em Watch the record spin it can put you in a daze A slave for the rhythm and a sucker for old D.J's The Boom baps got you clocking jazzy milk crates Kits don't take the cake when ya using ill breaks I search low and high but have never been satisfied Took 2 decades of my life just to find that B-side ©Crystal Clyne/Lady Lash