The Dust Foot Philosopher Lyrics - K'naan

Yo. Just imagine like whistling down a desert or some shit. 

Don't this make you wanna swing like monkeys outta trees? 

I don't got no parameters 

This amateur is famous 

All you fame getters 

Hate haterers 

Our main names are date of births 

On a later verse 

Make a nigger play reverse (move backwards) 

Marching with some soldiers here 

We coming over there 

The kind of niggers soldiers fear 

You just gotta stare 

You ain't got no option (no) 

Please relax son 

I'm taking over like drug dealer cars to auctions 

Oh these are hungry men 

These are angry men 

Heard you got a lot of guts 

They'll call your bluff 

Your shit is laughable 

Why you rap at all? 

Why don't you just wrap sandwiches to earn a capital? 

When half the shit that you spit 

Ain't even half sick 

If you was doing my physical you couldn't have my shit 

Back to my first flow 

I own this shit yo 

My skills so bright when I spit my lips glow 

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The dusty foot philosopher 

Ripping up kilometers 

Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum 

The dusty foot philosopher 

Sicking up the monitor 

Waking up the auditors da dum da dum da dum 

And I've seen war and some 

Survived the slaughter son 

Kids play cops and robbers and not with the water guns 

And yeah picture me 

And big brother Lee 

Walking through the fire 

We came to claim our victory 

And I roll with a harder pen 

I might start a trend 

Beat down and whack MCs, coz you know there's a lot of them 

Wait 'til my shit crashes 

Rip asses 

Women who give me neck suffer from whiplashes 

I frighten the masses 

'Cause I'm that nasty 

I heard to get a deal you had to give lap dances 

This shit is serious 

So here it is 

The people wanted something real 

Well yo, here it is 

My rhymes push records back like a belly button, dirty rutting 

I got stiff neck steady nuttin' it aint nothing 

I got the track laid like I'm fucking 

The only balls you got is made out of cotton. 

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The dusty foot philosopher 

Ripping up kilometers 

Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum 

The dusty foot philosopher 

Sicking up the monitor 

Waking up the auditors da dum da dum da dum 

This is what you waited for 

Glad you stayed the course 

Coz a lot of rappers is getting treated like lady whores 

And I don't like Babylon 

I don't like your song 

I don't like hearing that fake accent from Dylon 

The industry commentator 

Fuck it I'm a hater 

My mind is like your life straight up cause it's made up 

I'm strolling like babies with big gats, ladies 

That rock more fellahs than ten thousand daisies 

Harder than harboring Bin Laden inside the bottom compound with Donald Rumsfield and Bush blood 

Moving along like people who don't want it 

Even if I had jewels I'd be the type who don't run it 

They call me dusty cause my feet have been through a lot 

The wisdom of my survival that's just due to a lie 

So I'm not gonna sit here and whine like crushed grapes 

My mind leaves you speechless like duct tape. 

The dusty foot philosopher 

Ripping up kilometers 

Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum 

The dusty foot philosopher 

Sicking up the monitor 

Waking up the auditors da dum da dum da dum 

The dusty foot philosopher 

Ripping up kilometers 

Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum 

The dusty foot philosopher 

Sicking up the monitor 

Waking up the auditors da dum da dum da dum 

Wait a minute, wait a minute 

The dusty foot philosopher, 

Ripping up kilometers, 

Faster than you officer, da da da da da da 

The dusty foot philosopher, 

Sicking off the monitor, 

Waking up the auditors, da da da da da da 

Why are his feet so dusty?