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​Get You By

This song is by La Coka Nostra and appears on the album A Brand You Can Trust (2009).

This is a movement, a real movement, La Coka Nostra
You motherfuckers talk like you a movement
But none of you's are moving

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 [Incomprehensible]
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 burn them unafraid, I'm known to be brave
Till my bitch 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 say

Hate will fuel your rage, drugs will get you high
Money buys respect, love will get you by
Hate will fuel your rage, drugs will get you high
Money buys respect, love will get you by

It's the Highland samurai with the violent devil eye
Semper Fi qualified, sing your ass a lullaby
Rockaby, do or die, true Jedi status
You wanna learn to skywalk? Bitch, come get at us

Dolomite, senamite, 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

I feel the devil in my eyes, I see 'em in hell next
I sniff and I sell death, walking up twelve steps
I live rock bottom with bitches that sell sex
This ice cold world has got me vicious and selfish

Danny man got a plan, Taliban outta hand
Pakistan to Japan, Darvocet, Percodan
Overstand fifty grand, cougar and who's the man?
Dapper Dan, Uncle Sam, bitch, he never gave a damn

Hate will fuel your rage, drugs will get you high
Money buys respect, love will get you by
Hate will fuel your rage, drugs will get you high
Money buys respect, love will get you by

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 motherfucking heads gone

They form molecules that move like death 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 killers 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 shit

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

Hate will fuel your rage, drugs will get you high
Money buys respect, love will get you by
Hate will fuel your rage, drugs will get you high
Money buys respect, love will get you by

Written by:

William Braunstein; George Carroll; Leor Dimant; Erik Schrody