Lyrics The Dusty Foot Philosopher - 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
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
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?
1 Until the Lion Learns to Speak
2 Boxing My Shadow
3 Voices in My Head
4 The African Way (feat. Mwafrika)
5 Hoobaale
6 In the Beginning
7 Strugglin
8 The Dusty Foot Philosopher
9 If Rap Gets Jealous
10 My God
11 I Was Stabbed By Satan
12 Moment
13 Moment (Interlude)
14 My Old Home
15 Blues for the Horn
16 Til We Get There
17 Whats Hardcore?
18 For Mohamound (Soviet)
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