The Sheriff (feat. Riders Against the Storm)

Death blood suckers
Two-bit hustlers
Cutting at your prayers after calling their butlers
Jackals with jackpots
Assholes with ascots
The Haves and the Have Nots
Charging the castle
Don't ease up 'til you grabbing these bastards
Plan for disaster
Look upon their fear then we pay it with laughter
Calling on their vickers and their reverends and their pastors
Causing hell but blame on rapture
Have no pity for anything they hold true
Mining all the data while pretending that they know you
But I already told you
Here comes the Vodou

Gonna get ya
Got a plan for you
Gonna get ya

Miss me with the business and the hustle that you preaching
Erasing all these isms
Embracing the transition
Erasing all these devils over rhythms
Exhibiting the elegance dancing in position
Hitting like a piston pistol whipping indecision
The digits
The commas
The margins
Relentless
Young black and gifted
Love is the religion
Walk like Egyptians
Peep the hieroglyphics
Energy shifting
We dipping like Lincoln's
Windows is tinted and auras is lifted
Healing the traumas and burning the prisons
Walk on hot coals like it's marble
We different

Gonna get ya
Got a plan for you
Gonna get ya
Got a plan for you

Political gangster
Political gangster

Driving past the demonstration
Got their rifles trained on you
Heard you got a plan for liberation
Got another plan for you

Gonna get ya
Got a plan for you
Gonna get ya
Got a plan for you