White Van Cometh - Sandpeople

Okay

Yea, turn the number one nob up

Hello?

Yo!

Yo

My voice is a little tinny

Up some more

Up, up, up, up, up, up

You find it?

Crank that fucker

Turn it up some more

What?

Yea, oh there we go

Now I got some

That’s good

Now--wait, turn it down just a little bit

That’s a bit hot

Hahaha

Yo, I’m Simple, picky rapper

Yo!

Simple, Thunderthief

I step up on the mic with intent to kill

I got a head full of sense and it’s meant to spill

Renovated over winter time cause rent’s a steal

Never left the basement so suspense could build

Had a solo on the rollover minutes, I had to trim it

Damn near reached my limit without a finish

Sandpeople, no crew’s as sick as we are

Cause every rapper got a season pass to the ER

Most producers use it twice a year

We’re the ones surviving off the price in beer

Only got a job when I fixed the test

People try to test my piss, I resist arrest

Wanna know the definition of a quick success?

She get two clit licks and I get the rest

Yea, I’ve never been anywhere near the South

But I’d love to get crunk 'til you punch me out

Huh, how 'bout now, can you still hear me?

If you can’t see clearly then you’ll pay dearly

Yearly, monthly, daily, but really though

Hold up your badge, handcuffs, and your billy club

And if you don’t comply with all my wishes

Hold breaths deep, gon' sleep with the fishes

Skull on my back, I’m just spooked and suspicious

Not used to the image, I’m the new fucking vintage

Who is this man, who’s business plan

Is to give away all he can on demand

I’ve been living in the same way for centuries

Inside my brain there’s a thousand different meant-to-bes

I got a catalog of memories, hereditary renaissance

Got a huge handle on the side of me

A universal suitcase that you try to see

Can’t buy one, but Prometheus invited me

I’m like a lightsaber, got a dark side to me

Who commits a robbery with lucky at the lottery?

When did America become a rich slum?

And when did democracy turn to fiction?

I never point a gun at older people’s rich sons

You decide when to fire, I’ll decide which one

Manila envelope, rim shot, kick drum

Head shot, double snare, crash, victim

Hanging out with dead presidents on a holiday

Hotel room smashed up, no apologies

I brought a diagram, purpose?

Etymology

Man hunt, APB out to follow me

Can’t one man outrun astronomy

It’s all about the book just before Deuteronomy

Tap my phone for my view on public policy

And now the white vans rolling up gonna swallow me