Текст песни Mr. Lif - Farmhand, слова песни Mr. Lif

Текст песни Mr. Lif - Farmhand

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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 fucking 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 fuckin` 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

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Farmhand

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