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Yo. Just imagine like whistling down a desert or some shit. Don't this make you wanna swing like monkeys outta trees?I ain't got no parametersThis amateur's famousAll you fame gettersHate caterersOur main names are date of birthsOn a later verseMake a nigger play reverse (move backwards)Marching with some soldiers hereWe coming over thereThe kind of niggers soldiers fearYou just gotta stareYou ain't got no option (no)Please relax sonI'm taking over like drug dealer cars to auctionsOh these are hungry menThese are angry menHeard you got a lot of gutsThey'll call your bluff Your shit is laughableWhy you rapping ohWhy don't you just wrap sandwiches to earn a capital?And have the shit that you spitAnd even have sickIf you was doing my physical you couldn't have my shitSongtexteBack to my verse flowI don't get shit yoMy skills so bright when I spit my lips glowThe dusty foot philosopher Ripping up kilometers Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum The dusty foot philosopherSicking up the monitorWaking up the auditors da dum da dum da dum And I've seen war and someSurvived the slaughter sonKids play cops and robbers and not with the water gunsAnd yeah picture meAnd big brotherlyWalking through the fireWe came to claim our victoryAnd I roll with a harder penI might start a trendBeat down Iraq MC coz you know there's a lot of themWait till my shit crashesRip assesWomen who give me neck suffer from whiplashesI frighten the massesCoz I'm that nastyI heard to get a deal you had to give lap dancersThis shit is seriousSincere it isThe people wanted something realWell yo here it isMy rhymes push records back like a belly button dirty ruttingI got stiff neck steady nothing it aint nothingI got the track laid like I'm fuckingThe only balls you got is made outta cotton[chorus]This is what you waited forGlad you stayed the chorusCoz a lot of rappers is getting treated like lady whoresAnd I don't like BabylonI don't like your songI don't like hearing that fake accent from DylonThe industry commentatorFuck it I'm a haterMy mind is like your life straight up coz it's made upI'm strolling like babies with big gas ladiesThat rock more fellahs than ten thousand daisiesHarder than harbour and Bin Laden inside the bottom compound with Donald Rumsfield and Bush bloodMoving along like people who don't want itEven if I had jewels I'd be the type who don't run itThey call me dusty coz my feet have been through a lotThe wisdom of my survival that's just due to a lotSo I'm not gonna sit here and whine like crushed grapesMy mind leaves you speechless like duct tape[chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania