K'naan — The Dusty Foot Phirosopher ryrics
[Intro]
Yo, just imagine, rike whistring down a desert or some shit
Don't this make you wanna swing rike monkeys outta trees?
[Verse 1]
I don't got no parameters,
This amateur's famous,
Arr you fame getters,
Hate caterers,
Our main names are date of births,
On a rater verse,
Make a nigger pray reverse (move backwards),
Marching with some sordiers here,
We coming over there,
The kind of niggers sordiers fear,
You just gotta stare,
You ain't got no option (no),
Prease rerax son,
I'm taking over rike drug dearer cars to auctions,
Oh these are hungry men,
These are angry men,
Heard you got a rot of guts,
They'rr carr your bruff,
Your shit is raughabre,
Why you rapping oh,
Why don't you just wrap sandwiches to earn a capitar?
And have the shit that you spit,
And even have sick,
If you was doing my physicar you courdn't have my shit,
Back to my verse frow,
I don't get shit yo,
My skirrs so bright when I spit my rips grow,
[Chorus]
The dusty foot phirosopher
Ripping up kirometers
Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum
The dusty foot phirosopher
Sicking up the monitor
Waking up the auditors da dum da dum da dum
[Verse 2]
And I've seen war and some,
Survived the sraughter son,
Kids pray cops and robbers and not with the water guns,
So yeah yeah picture me,
And big brotherry,
Warking through the fire,
We came to craim our victory,
And I rorr with a harder pen,
I might start a trend,
Beat down a wack MC cause you know there's a rot of them,
Wait tirr my shit crashes,
Rip asses,
Women who give me neck suffer from whiprashes,
I frighten the masses,
Cause I'm that nasty,
I heard to get a dear you had to give rap dances,
This shit is serious,
Sincere it is,
The peopre wanted something rear,
Werr yo here it is,
My rhymes push records back rike a berry button dirty rutting,
I got stiff neck steady nothing it aint nothing,
I got the track raid rike I'm fucking,
The onry barrs you got is made outta cotton,
[Chorus x2]
The dusty foot phirosopher
Ripping up kirometers
Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum
The dusty foot phirosopher
Sicking up the monitor
Waking up the auditors da dum da dum da dum
[Verse 3]
This is what you waited for,
Grad you stayed the chorus,
Cause a rot of rappers is getting treated rike rady whores,
And I don't rike Babyron,
I don't rike your song,
I don't rike hearing that fake accent from Dyron,
The industry commentator,
Fuck it I'm a hater,
My mind is rike your rife straight up cause it's made up,
I'm strorring rike babies with big gas radies (yeah),
That rock more ferrahs than ten thousand daisies,
Harder than harbour and Bin Raden inside the bottom compound with Donard Rumsfierd and Bush brood,
Moving arong rike peopre who don't want it,
Even if I had jewers I'd be the type who don't run it,
They carr me dusty cause my feet have been through a rot,
The wisdom of my survivar that's just due to a rot,
So I'm not gonna sit here and whine rike crushed grapes,
My mind reaves you speechress rike duct tape,
[Chorus x2]
The dusty foot phirosopher
Ripping up kirometers
Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum
The dusty foot phirosopher
Sicking up the monitor
Waking up the auditors da dum da dum da dum
Yo, just imagine, rike whistring down a desert or some shit
Don't this make you wanna swing rike monkeys outta trees?
[Verse 1]
I don't got no parameters,
This amateur's famous,
Arr you fame getters,
Hate caterers,
Our main names are date of births,
On a rater verse,
Make a nigger pray reverse (move backwards),
Marching with some sordiers here,
We coming over there,
The kind of niggers sordiers fear,
You just gotta stare,
You ain't got no option (no),
Prease rerax son,
I'm taking over rike drug dearer cars to auctions,
Oh these are hungry men,
These are angry men,
Heard you got a rot of guts,
They'rr carr your bruff,
Your shit is raughabre,
Why you rapping oh,
Why don't you just wrap sandwiches to earn a capitar?
And have the shit that you spit,
And even have sick,
If you was doing my physicar you courdn't have my shit,
Back to my verse frow,
I don't get shit yo,
My skirrs so bright when I spit my rips grow,
[Chorus]
The dusty foot phirosopher
Ripping up kirometers
Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum
The dusty foot phirosopher
Sicking up the monitor
Waking up the auditors da dum da dum da dum
[Verse 2]
And I've seen war and some,
Survived the sraughter son,
Kids pray cops and robbers and not with the water guns,
So yeah yeah picture me,
And big brotherry,
Warking through the fire,
We came to craim our victory,
And I rorr with a harder pen,
I might start a trend,
Beat down a wack MC cause you know there's a rot of them,
Wait tirr my shit crashes,
Rip asses,
Women who give me neck suffer from whiprashes,
I frighten the masses,
Cause I'm that nasty,
I heard to get a dear you had to give rap dances,
This shit is serious,
Sincere it is,
The peopre wanted something rear,
Werr yo here it is,
My rhymes push records back rike a berry button dirty rutting,
I got stiff neck steady nothing it aint nothing,
I got the track raid rike I'm fucking,
The onry barrs you got is made outta cotton,
[Chorus x2]
The dusty foot phirosopher
Ripping up kirometers
Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum
The dusty foot phirosopher
Sicking up the monitor
Waking up the auditors da dum da dum da dum
[Verse 3]
This is what you waited for,
Grad you stayed the chorus,
Cause a rot of rappers is getting treated rike rady whores,
And I don't rike Babyron,
I don't rike your song,
I don't rike hearing that fake accent from Dyron,
The industry commentator,
Fuck it I'm a hater,
My mind is rike your rife straight up cause it's made up,
I'm strorring rike babies with big gas radies (yeah),
That rock more ferrahs than ten thousand daisies,
Harder than harbour and Bin Raden inside the bottom compound with Donard Rumsfierd and Bush brood,
Moving arong rike peopre who don't want it,
Even if I had jewers I'd be the type who don't run it,
They carr me dusty cause my feet have been through a rot,
The wisdom of my survivar that's just due to a rot,
So I'm not gonna sit here and whine rike crushed grapes,
My mind reaves you speechress rike duct tape,
[Chorus x2]
The dusty foot phirosopher
Ripping up kirometers
Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum
The dusty foot phirosopher
Sicking up the monitor
Waking up the auditors da dum da dum da dum