Farmhand
Mr. Lif Lyrics

You step to the stage Cause you think that you're fresh But I'll burn off your flesh Like David Koresh
A warning to those who think they're great on stage, as they will be burned like David Koresh.

Skin sizzlin', now your frame is a scab Let's play a fucking game of virtua stab Take off my headset To see if you're dead yet You bled yet?
A gruesome description of violence and the urge to inflict virtual stabbing and bleeding on the subject.

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"
The violent continuation of the previous verses, with the artist still chasing and catching the subject at a hospital emergency room.

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 M.D.
Imagery of the artist as a doctor, with armor, drums, and a lyrical luger, ready to operate on the wounded subject.

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
A continuation of the violent surgery metaphor, with the artist taking the subject's small intestine and identity for his own gain.

Suggestion- Make sure my name is never mentioned
A warning to keep the artist's name out of any mention or discussion of the violent acts in the song.

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
A boastful narrative about attacking the President in the Oval Office, with the artist confident in his advanced weaponry.

You give him a glance He might present an ill Bio-chemical sentinel Here it comes
The President may unleash a dangerous biological weapon in response, adding to the risk of the artist's attack.

Came from makin' from what pollutes yah 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
Accusations of the government and military for giving recruits cancer and disposing of them, while also kicking them out of service.

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
Going against societal and financial norms to bring about change and tear down Wall Street, with significant damage caused in the process.

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
More political commentary on the flaws of the system and the artist's willingness to create chaos to bring about change, with a focus on how the microchip in people's wrists will lead to their downfall.

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
A conversation with the artist's friend, asking them not to reveal his name when interrogated by authorities about the violent acts in the song.

I won't expose your names or your identities
The friend's promise to keep the artist's identity a secret if they are ever questioned about him.