Tonalità: G minor•
Verse 1
Gm
Cm
Yo. Just imagine like whistling
Gm
down a desert or some shit.
Cm
Don't this make you wanna swing
Verse 2
like monkeys outta trees?
Gm
I don't got no parameters
Cm
This amateur is famous
All you fame getters
Gm
Hate haterers
Our main names are date of births
On a later verse
Cm
Make a nigger play reverse
Gm
(move backwards)
Marching with some soldiers here
Cm
We coming over there
The kind of niggers soldiers fear
You just gotta stare
Gm
You ain't got no option (no)
Cm
Please relax son
I'm taking over like drug
dealer cars to auctions
Gm
Oh these are hungry men
These are angry men
Cm
Heard you got a lot of guts
They'll call your bluff
Gm
Your shit is laughable
Why you rap at all?
Cm
Why don't you just wrap
sandwiches to earn a capital?
Gm
When half the shit that you spit
Cm
Ain't even half sick
If you was doing my physical you
couldn't have my shit
Gm
D
Back to my first flow
Cm
I own this shit yo
Gm
My skills so bright when I spit
Cm
my lips glow
Verse 3
Gm
The dusty foot philosopher
Ripping up kilometers
Cm
Winking at you officers
da dum da dum da dum
Gm
The dusty foot philosopher
Cm
Sicking up the monitor
Waking up the auditors
Gm
da dum da dum da dum
Cm
And I've seen war and some Survived the slaughter son
Verse 4
Kids play cops and robbers and
not with the water guns
Gm
And yeah picture me
And big brother Lee
Cm
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
Gm
Wait 'til my shit crashes
Women who give me neck
suffer from whiplashes
I frighten the masses
Gm
'Cause I'm that nasty
Cm
I heard to get a deal you had
to give lap dances
Gm
This shit is serious
So here it is
Cm
The people wanted something real
Well yo, here it is
Gm
Cm
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
Gm
The only balls you got is made
Cm
out of cotton.
Verse 5
Gm
The dusty foot philosopher
Ripping up kilometers
Cm
Winking at you officers da dum
da dum da dum
Gm
The dusty foot philosopher
Cm
Sicking up the monitor
Waking up the auditors da dum da
Gm
Cm
dum da dum
Verse 6
Cm
Gm
Cm
Gm
This is what you waited for
Cm
Glad you stayed the course
Coz a lot of rappers is getting
treated like lady whores
Gm
And I don't like Babylon
Cm
I don't like your song
I don't like hearing that
fake accent from Dylon
Gm
The industry commentator
Cm
Fuck it I'm a hater
My mind is like your life straight
up cause it's made up
Gm
I'm strolling like babies with big gats,
ladies
Cm
That rock more fellahs than ten
thousand daisies
Gm
Harder than harboring Bin Laden inside the bottom
Cm
compound with Donald Rumsfield and Bush blood
Gm
Cm
Moving along like people
who don't want it
Even if I had jewels I'd be
the type who don't run it
Gm
They call me dusty cause my
Cm
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
Gm
My mind leaves you
Cm
speechless like duct tape.
Verse 7
Gm
The dusty foot philosopher
Cm
Rip ping up kilometers
Winking at you officers da dum
da dum da dum
Gm
The dusty foot philosopher
Cm
Sicking up the monitor
Waking up the auditors da dum da
Verse 8
dum da dum
Gm
The dusty foot philosopher
Cm
Ripping up kilometers
Winking at you officers da dum
da dum da dum
Gm
The dusty foot philosopher
Cm
Sicking up the monitor
Waking up the auditors da dum da dum
Interlude 1
da dum
Cm
Gm
Cm
Gm
Cm
Cm
Verse 9
Wait a minute, wait a minute
The dusty foot philosopher,
Ripping up kilometers,
Faster than you officer,
da da da da da da
Verse 10
The dusty foot philosopher, Sicking off
the monitor,
Waking up the auditors, da da da da da da
Why are his feet so dusty?
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