[Intro]
Yo, just imagine, like whistling down a desert or some [bad word] Don't this make you wanna swing like monkeys outta trees?

[Verse 1]
I don't got no parameters,
This amateur's famous,
All you fame getters,
Hate caterers,
Our main names are date of births,
On a later verse,
Make a [bad word] play reverse (move backwards),
Marching with some soldiers here, [bad word] over there,
The kind of [bad word] soldiers fear,
You just gotta stare,
You ain't got no option (no),
Please relax son,
I'm taking over like [bad word] 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 [bad word] is laughable,
Why you rapping oh,
Why don't you just wrap sandwiches to earn a capital?
And have the [bad word] that you spit,
And even have sick,
If you was doing my physical you couldn't have my [bad word] 
Back to my verse flow,
I don't get [bad word] yo,
My skills so bright when I spit my lips glow,
 [bad word] 
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

[Verse 2]
And I've seen war and some,
Survived the slaughter son,
Kids play cops and robbers and not with the water guns,
So yeah yeah picture me,
And big brotherly,
Walking through the fire,
We came to claim our victory,
And I roll with a harder pen,
I might start a trend,
Beat down a wack MC cause you know there's a lot of them,
Wait till my [bad word] 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 [bad word] is serious,
Sincere it is,
The people wanted something real,
Well yo here it is,
My rhymes push records back like a belly button [bad word] 
I got stiff neck steady nothing it aint nothing,
I got the track laid like I'm [bad word] 
The only balls you got is made outta cotton,
 [bad word] x2]
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

[Verse 3]
This is what you waited for,
Glad you stayed the [bad word] 
Cause 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 [bad word]  [bad word] 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 gas ladies (yeah),
That rock more fellahs than ten thousand daisies,
Harder than harbour and Bin Laden inside the [bad word] with [bad word] and Bush blood,
Moving along like people who don't want it,
Even if I had jewels I'd be the type who [bad word] it,
They call me dusty cause my feet have been through a lot,
The wisdom of my survival that's just due to a lot,
So I'm not gonna sit here and whine like [bad word] grapes,
My mind leaves you speechless like duct tape,
 [bad word] x2]
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