The Dusty Foot Philosopher

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
 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.
 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
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 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?