Mr. Lif - Farmhand lyrics

Aiyo, Lif, man (Yo, wassup, son?)
Yo, I'm tellin' you, kid
Yo, I heard your jam on the radio, son
(Aight)
Yo, on the real, it wasn't all that, man
All this hype, you know what I'm sayin'
People talkin' bout
You do this and that, son (Oh, word?)
Yo, straight up kid, it's just wack, kid
Yo, I ever see you at a show, son
I'mma run up on stage and
(lemme tell you somethin, kid)

You step to the stage
Cause you think that you're fresh
But, I'll burn off your flesh
Like David Koresh
Skin sizzlin', now your frame is a scab
Let's play a fucking game of virtual stab
Take off my headset
To see if you're dead yet you bled yet?


Still fled the scene with a severed spleen
You scream and wail
As I follow your blood trail
I'm right on your tail
It's logical to catch you at the hospital
Certainly, you'll be in the room, yeah
Emergency waitin' for some surgery
Or maybe just a suture
Guess who they called for
The medical maneuever
Armor, drums, and plus a lyrical luger
Me, mother fuckin' Lif MD
You think you're the champ? Gimme the clamp
So I can pump more raps up in your thorax
What do we have here? A small intestine
No question
Jack this nigga for his digestion
Plus his identity and thus his pension
Suggestion: make sure my name
Is never mentioned

Act a fool, you're dealin' with a rude boy
(WATCH OUT) you're dealin' with a rude boy
Act a fool, you're dealin' with a rude boy
Who 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 boy
Act a fool, you're dealin' with a rude boy
I'm not ready to say my name yet!

Yo, Lif (What's up, kid?)
Did you have to comp that kid
And have him stand in the front row
And look him in the eyes
Just to prove your point?

Yo, man, actually
It was just a standard procedure
Scalpel to Adam's apple
Slaughter the medulla oblongata
Then call his father

So, so what happened when you took it to DC?

Oh, let me tell you, son watch this
I run up in the Oval Office
The President's nauseous
He'd better be cautious before Lif launches
Another assault, his weaponry's too advanced
You give him a glance
He might present an ill
Bio-chemical sentinel here it comes
Funny how a politician runs
And shit's his suit
That he bought with money from
Selling guns to loot, perhaps
Came from makin' what pollutes your lungs and
Gave ya a glance of cancer, and 21 salute
You were just another recruit that got
Shitted on in life's crap chute
The government gave you the boot
But now I'm in cahoots
With alternative routes let's all meet
So we can tear down Wall Street
Actin' like a misfit, up in your district
Financial, the damage is substantial
My oath-limited growth, the law
You continue to break
Earthquake, set and calculate how long
It will take to rebuild
How many people will be
Killed in your high-risk
Search for what doesn't exist
Lost in the mist with assist
From the microchip up in your wrist
I'll blur your sense of secure
Many have tried, but, none can deter
Me from this path political bloodbath
They question
Don't mention my name when they ask

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 brotha
But, yo, you gotta promise me one thing, man
Yo, they gonna interrogate you, they gonna
Ask you who I am, man
You gotta promise me, kid, that you
Ain't gonna tell 'em my name, son