Mr. Lif - Farmhand Lyrics
Aiyo, Lif, man (Yo, wassup, son?)Yo, I'm tellin' you, kidYo, I heard your jam on the radio, son (Aight.)Yo, on the real, it wasn't all that, manAll this hype, you know what I'm sayin', people talkin' boutYou do this and that, son (Oh, word?)Yo, straight up kid, it's just wack, kidYo, I ever see you at a show, sonImma run up on stage and...(Lemme tell you somethin, kid)[Mr. Lif]You step to the stageCause you think that you're freshBut I'll burn off your fleshLike David Caresh(???)Skin sizzlin', now your frame is a scabLet's play a *****ing game of virtual stabTake off my headsetTo see if you're dead yetYou bled yet?Still fled the sceneWith a severed spleenYou scream and wailAs I follow your blood trailI'm right on your tailIt's logical to catch you at the hospitalCertainly, you'll be in the "room de emergency"Waitin' for some surgeryOr maybe just to suit yaGuess who they called for the (???) maneueverArmor, drums, and plus a lyrical lugerMe, mother *****in' Lif M.D.You think you're the champ?Gimme the clampSo I can pump more rapsUp in your thoraxWhat do we have here? A small intestineNo question, jack this nigga for his digestionPlus his identity and the suspensionSuggestion- Make sure my name is never mentioned[Hook]Act a fool, you're dealin' with a rude boy (WATCH OUT!)You're dealin' with a rude boyAct a fool, you're dealin' with a rude boyWho you dealin' with?Who you dealin' with?Act a fool, you're dealin' with a rude boy (WATCH OUT!)You're dealin' with a rude boyAct a fool, you're dealin' with a rude boyI'm not ready to say my name yet!Yo, Lif (What's up, kid?)Did you have to (???) that kidAnd have him stand in the front rowAnd look him in the eyesJust to prove your point?[Mr. Lif](spoken)Yo, man, actually, it was just a standard procedureScalpel to Adam's AppleSlaughter the Madula OblongadaThen call his fatherSo, so what happened when you took it to D.C.?[Mr. Lif]Oh, let me tell you, sonWatch thisI run up in the Oval OfficeThe President's nauseousHe'd better be cautiousBefore Lif launchesAnother assault, hisWeaponry's too advancedYou give him a glanceHe might present an illBio-chemical sentinelHere it comesFunny how a politician runs and shits his suitThat he bought with money from selling guns to loot, perhapsCame from makin' more (???) and gave ya a glance of cancer, and 21 saluteYou were just another recruit that got shitted on in life's crap chuteThe government gave you the bootBut now I'm in cahoots with alternative routesLet's hold me, so we can tear down Wall StreetActin' like a misfit, up in your districtFinancial, the damage is substantialMy oath-limited growth, the law, you continue to breakEarthquake, set and calculate how long it will take to rebuildHow many people will be killed in your irisSearch for what doesn't existLost in the mist with assistFrom the microchip up in your wristI'll blur your sense of secureMany have tried, but, none can deterMe from this pathPolitical bloodbathThey question, don't mention my name if they ask[Hook]Yo Facts(Y-Y-Yeah)Yo, bro, I got mad heat on me right now, you know what I'm sayin'?Yo if you be lookin' for a brothaBut, yo, you gotta promise me one thing, manYo, they gonna interrogate you, they gonna ask you who I am, manYou gotta promise me, kid, that you ain't gonna tell 'em my name, son(scratching)I won't expose your names or your identities
