Mr. Lif - “The Unorthodox”
[Emcee(s): Mr. Lif]
[Producer(s): Fakts One]
[Scratches: Fakts One]

[Verse 1: Mr. Lif]
Here's some funky fresh hip hop shit for 3000
Long after we've laid to waste all areas surrounding
Bass pounding, souls jumping, and you're pumping your fist
You've never heard a stiff body ripping like this. See
I was stripped of my identity, conquered by the enemy
And now I'm faceless in the 21st century
You may kind of vaguely remember me or maybe not
Was it Ted or was it Scott, homo sapien or robot?
Serial number: ay carumba
So you look at me real deep in my eyes and then wonder
Hold up. I still have important things to say
I go home and watch news after stagnating all day
Just press play, cool out, sit back, and relax
And gobble up another earful of these undelivered raps
And just think that perhaps what we think matters
Delve into yourself and rediscover once forbidden data

[Interlude 1: Skit]
Kid: Oh golly, Lif, that was really special. On a positive tip, right? Well, uh, let me ask you...
Mr. Lif: Yeah, as a matter of fact, kid, uh, why don't you hold up one second, let my DJ get busy on this shit. Go on, Fakts (**Fakts One Scratches**)
Kid: Ho hum, ho hum
Mr. Lif: Yo, that was fresh. Now what were you saying, man?
Kid: You've been gone for a while, no one's seen you. What you’ve been doing during your hiatus, man?

[Verse 2: Mr. Lif]
I sat back, I drank beers, I shed tears. I react
I see traps, I eats raps such as kneecaps
Scapula, clavicle, I call this the “Marrowcle.” Bones
By the barrel-full. Great meal, nigga. I'm rather full
This section: digestion. Blood rushes
To intestines. When we met, I left a negative
Impression. Yet another state of metamorphosis
I'm off-keel. Please pardon my awkwardness. Here, let me
Start with this: here's a hint like [?]
Let's calculate what you think my mental net profit is
Patience something I was forced to learn. You must
Truly tap into yourself to make the records turn
So here I go. Words make wind blow. I’ll change the world
When looking through my window. Angle strangle
Any sucker duck, my mind done went outside and
Fuck him up. You picked the wrong street, nigga, you're out of luck

[Interlude 2: Skit]
Kid: Oh man, that was, like, totally dope
Mr. Lif: Thanks, man
Kid: You know I emcee too?
Mr. Lif: Well, you know what? I eat motherfuckers, how's that?
Kid: What?
Mr. Lif: As a matter of fact, beat it, kid. I eat niggas for real, yo. Check this shit out

[Outro: Skit]
Testimony #2A (Insight)
Testimony #2B (El-P)