Farmhand

Aiyo, Lif, man (Yo, wassup, son?)<br>Yo, I`m tellin` you, kid<br>Yo, I heard your jam on the radio, son (Aight.)<br>Yo, on the real, it wasn`t all that, man<br>All this hype, you know what I`m sayin`, people talkin` bout<br>You do this and that, son (Oh, word?)<br>Yo, straight up kid, it`s just wack, kid<br>Yo, I ever see you at a show, son<br>Imma run up on stage and...(Lemme tell you somethin, kid)<br><br>[Mr. Lif]<br>You step to the stage<br>Cause you think that you`re fresh<br>But I`ll burn off your flesh<br>Like David Caresh(???)<br>Skin sizzlin`, now your frame is a scab<br>Let`s play a fucking game of virtual stab<br>Take off my headset<br>To see if you`re dead yet<br>You bled yet?<br>Still fled the scene<br>With a severed spleen<br>You scream and wail<br>As I follow your blood trail<br>I`m right on your tail<br>It`s logical to catch you at the hospital<br>Certainly, you`ll be in the "room de emergency"<br>Waitin` for some surgery<br>Or maybe just to suit ya<br>Guess who they called for the (???) maneuever<br>Armor, drums, and plus a lyrical luger<br>Me, mother fuckin` Lif M.D.<br>You think you`re the champ?<br>Gimme the clamp<br>So I can pump more raps<br>Up in your thorax<br>What do we have here? A small intestine<br>No question, jack this nigga for his digestion<br>Plus his identity and the suspension<br>Suggestion- Make sure my name is never mentioned<br><br>[Hook]<br>Act a fool, you`re dealin` with a rude boy (WATCH OUT!)<br>You`re dealin` with a rude boy<br>Act a fool, you`re dealin` with a rude boy<br>Who you dealin` with?<br>Who you dealin` with?<br>Act a fool, you`re dealin` with a rude boy (WATCH OUT!)<br>You`re dealin` with a rude boy<br>Act a fool, you`re dealin` with a rude boy<br>I`m not ready to say my name yet!<br><br>Yo, Lif (What`s up, kid?)<br>Did you have to (???) that kid<br>And have him stand in the front row<br>And look him in the eyes<br>Just to prove your point?<br>[Mr. Lif](spoken)<br>Yo, man, actually, it was just a standard procedure<br>Scalpel to Adam`s Apple<br>Slaughter the Madula Oblongada<br>Then call his father<br><br>So, so what happened when you took it to D.C.?<br><br>[Mr. Lif]<br>Oh, let me tell you, son<br>Watch this<br>I run up in the Oval Office<br>The President`s nauseous<br>He`d better be cautious<br>Before Lif launches<br>Another assault, his<br>Weaponry`s too advanced<br>You give him a glance<br>He might present an ill<br>Bio-chemical sentinel<br>Here it comes<br>Funny how a politician runs and shits his suit<br>That he bought with money from selling guns to loot, perhaps<br>Came from makin` more (???) and gave ya a glance of cancer, and 21 salute<br>You were just another recruit that got shitted on in life`s crap chute<br>The government gave you the boot<br>But now I`m in cahoots with alternative routes<br>Let`s hold me, so we can tear down Wall Street<br>Actin` like a misfit, up in your district<br>Financial, the damage is substantial<br>My oath-limited growth, the law, you continue to break<br>Earthquake, set and calculate how long it will take to rebuild<br>How many people will be killed in your iris<br>Search for what doesn`t exist<br>Lost in the mist with assist<br>From the microchip up in your wrist<br>I`ll blur your sense of secure<br>Many have tried, but, none can deter<br>Me from this path<br>Political bloodbath<br>They question, don`t mention my name if they ask<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>Yo Facts(Y-Y-Yeah)<br>Yo, bro, I got mad heat on me right now, you know what I`m sayin`?<br>Yo if you be lookin` for a brotha<br>But, yo, you gotta promise me one thing, man<br>Yo, they gonna interrogate you, they gonna ask you who I am, man<br>You gotta promise me, kid, that you ain`t gonna tell `em my name, son<br>(scratching)<br>I won`t expose your names or your identities