| Yo, just imagine, like whistling down a desert or some shit
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| Don’t this make you wanna swing like monkeys outta trees?
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| I don’t got no parameters
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| This amateur’s famous
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| All you fame getters
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| Hate caterers
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| Our main names are date of births
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| On a later verse
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| Make a nigga play reverse (move backwards)
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| Marching with some soldiers here
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| We coming over there
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| The kind of niggas soldiers fear
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| You just gotta stare
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| You ain’t got no option (no)
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| Please relax son
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| I’m taking over like drug dealer cars to auctions
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| Oh these are hungry men
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| These are angry men
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| Heard you got a lot of guts
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| They’ll call your bluff
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| Your shit is laughable
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| Why you rapping oh
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| Why don’t you just wrap sandwiches to earn a capital?
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| And half the shit that you spit
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| Ain’t even that sick
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| If you was doing my physical you couldn’t have my shit
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| Back to my verse flow
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| I don’t get shit yo
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| My skills so bright when I spit my lips glow
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| The dusty foot philosopher
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| Ripping up kilometers
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| Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum
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| The dusty foot philosopher
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| Sicking up the monitor
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| Waking up the auditors da dum da dum da dum
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| And I’ve seen war and some
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| Survived the slaughter son
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| Kids play cops and robbers and not with the water guns
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| So yeah yeah picture me
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| And big brother Lee
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| Walking through the fire
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| We came to claim our victory
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| And I roll with a harder pen
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| I might start a trend
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| Beat down a wack MC cause you know there’s a lot of them
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| Wait till my shit crashes
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| Rip asses
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| Women who give me neck suffer from whiplashes
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| I frighten the masses
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| Cause I’m that nasty
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| I heard to get a deal you had to give lap dances
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| This shit is serious
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| Sincere it is
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| The people wanted something real
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| Well yo here it is
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| My rhymes push records back like a belly button dirty rutting
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| I got stiff neck steady nuttin' it ain’t nothing
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| I got the track laid like I’m fucking
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| The only balls you got is made outta cotton
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| This is what you waited for
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| Glad you stayed the chorus
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| Cause a lot of rappers is getting treated like lady whores
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| And I don’t like Babylon
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| I don’t like your song
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| I don’t like hearing that fake accent from Dylon
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| The industry commentator
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| Fuck it I’m a hater
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| My mind is like your life straight up cause it’s made up
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| I’m strolling like babies with big ass ladies (yeah)
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| That rock more fellas than ten thousand daisies
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| Harder than harbouring Bin Laden inside the bottom compound with Donald
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| Rumsfield and Bush blood
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| Moving along like people who don’t want it
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| Even if I had jewels I’d be the type who don’t run it
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| They call me dusty cause my feet have been through a lot
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| The wisdom of my survival that’s just due to Allah
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| So I’m not gonna sit here and whine like crushed grapes
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| My mind leaves you speechless like duct tape |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Dusty Foot Philosopher , by - K'NAAN. Song from the album The Dusty Foot Philosopher, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп