Farmhand

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

Imma 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 Caresh(???)

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 de emergency"

Waitin' for some surgery

Or maybe just to suit ya

Guess who they called for the (???) maneuever

Armor, drums, and plus a lyrical luger

Me, mother fuckin' Lif M.D.

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 the suspension

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 (???) that kid

And have him stand in the front row

And look him in the eyes

Just to prove your point?

[Mr. Lif](spoken)

Yo, man, actually, it was just a standard procedure

Scalpel to Adam's Apple

Slaughter the Madula Oblongada

Then call his father

So, so what happened when you took it to D.C.?

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 shits his suit

That he bought with money from selling guns to loot, perhaps

Came from makin' more (???) 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 hold me, 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 iris

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 if 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

(scratching)

I won't expose your names or your identities