SLAINE - Get You By lyrics

[Intro: Slaine] This is a movement; a real movement.(La Coka Nostra) You motherf**ers talk like you a movement but none of yous are moving [Verse 1: Slaine] I walk the hills, I had to climb with these legs of my own My hard days and dark nights put my head in the zone Hustled for blood money, left my wife pregnant at home We're on the television, everyone's regularly stoned I flash back to a 70's song in a Volare with mom Picture the future seeing everything gone My wife is asking me, "Is anything wrong?? I tell her, "Erica, everything is. You better be strong." America, where I was born, city blocks are where I was raised I seed from the land of the greed, home of the craze I never run, I'm unafraid, I'm known to be brave Till my b**h dig me a ditch and she stone me a grave Seven weeks in utero, you grow and don't be a slave Just build your hunger and your power from your loneliest days There were many before me who molded me and showed me the way But I'm my own man, there's nobody that told me to say what I [Hook x2] Hate will fuel your rage Drugs will get you high Money buys respect Love will get you by [Verse 2: Everlast] It's the Highland Samurai with the violent devil eye Semper Fi qualified, sing your a** a lullaby Rockaby, do or die, true Jedi status You wanna learn to skywalk? b**h come get at us Dolomite, cenobite, canonite, fahrenheit, satellite Mr. White got a light, do the right from your seeds to the block Trooper with the future shock Fumigate the paradox, illuminate the orthodox [Danny Boy] I feel the devil in my eyes, I see em in Hell next I sniff and I sell d**h, walking up twelve steps I live rock bottom with b**hes that sell s** This ice cold world has got me vicious and selfish [Everlast] Danny Man got a plan, Taliban outta hand Pakistan to Japan, Darvocet, Percodan Over stand fifty grand, Krugerrand who's the man? Dapper Dan, Uncle Sam, b**h he never gave a damn [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Ill Bill] I walk amongst the reptilians and leather-skinned aliens On inner-stellar chariots, post-apocalyptic gladiators My electrons are Teflon, my protons are Tech Nines My neutrons will shoot your motherf**ing heads gone They form molecules that move like d**h squads That kidnap American tourists and make bombs Standing at the gates of Heaven waiting to face God Take part in criminology like Raekwon We those k**ers that don't blink The world's mostly billions that don't think Controlled by the Skull And Bones triple six Listen kid, the day the nuclear missile hit Where were you? Probably taking a sh** While the sky hailed mountain-sized comets And planet-shattering lightning Gigantic fragments of ice like what the Titanic collided with Society is not civilization, technology is Satan In the hands of devil worshipers that praise him [Hook x2]